The still blue that ripples with the slightest touch
The stream that travels like a train set for its course
Humid moist air that floats around the teal body
How one would long to drench away their thirst
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Give me the scorn of the stars and a peak defiant;
Wail of the pines and a wind with the shout of a giant;
Night and a trail unknown and a heart reliant.
Give me to live and love in the old, bold fashion;
A soldier's billet at night and a soldier's ration;
A heart that leaps to the fight with a soldier's passion.