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.....her train outstretched one hundred foot

Ev'ry bristle, glass, gunner, grave

And veiled within the olive drab

Each shining crew, and souls they saved


In frozen fields of azure plain

With death we dance, and death alone

We are the lonely angels armed

A Flying Fortress; fighting, flown.....

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