Battle Hymn Of The Republic Lyrics

Most Serene Republic Battle Hymn Of The Republic

It's too late I'm G---

8 up all my choices crybaby.

We all just pens and fingers, for a eulogy of those been
befores.

How does one stay tall today with addiction to shortness?

When you rush you won't feel its keep, permanence is two.

In that two is a living one, the system so ambival.

Sadness gardens happiness so now we are the weeds.