Non-Erotic PoetryDeath MarchA thousand drums beating,
They play the death march.
Their beat echoes through the mountains,
And down the valleys,
Into the head of millions,
Who dance the fabled dance.
Their steps' echo through the villiage,
And into the valley.
To the mountain,
Were the thousand drums beat.
The death march.
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