In two 19, my fields will grow
Between the mistakes, row on row,
That same mark I made in the sky,
The chant, still bravely singing, fly,
Scarce failures will be heard below.
I was very dead, years ago
Reaching to see the sunset glow,
Love will be mine, there where I lie
In two 19
Take up quarrels with lost and foe!
To you from cursing hands I throw
The torch; be mine to hold it high!
I’ll break the jinx to let it die
I shall not sleep, to watch fate grow
In two 19.
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