Poem Ballade Form (Chanson)
Simple and slow
The metronome beats
And with each stroke
The low tap of feet
A requiem keen
Bell tolls unheard
They cannot lead
A charge with a dirge
Bent from the blows
But not in defeat
Forward they go
To their destiny
Though thro…
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