On the day of the parade
Some were easily shaken
Some were razed, to the depths of themselves
Some were tearful and silent
On that day
The same bells, that called them to arms
Set out for their revenge
Reverence was alight from inside that day
As droves poured out in cold streams
Of affection and grief
A lone day of remembrance
In the eyes of most
Yet another for some

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