The Money's In Utah
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The Money's In Utah
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A massacre of fallen soldiers lay before me
Eyes of desperation, their hearts on their sleeve
Drought
The lake dry only cascading a bed of roses
Tentative inhaling
Fresh from the sorrowful planting
Still their colour blooms
Infectious to the scent I drift closer
Fire away
Hold the head high
The gun powder fills the air
Medallions round their neck; they gave their lives for us
Silence falls upon man as we say grace for such hero's
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