Parade

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March towards the fiery blaze

Drum cadences with your sways.

My, kindly look at your feet;

Step in accordance to beat.

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Bugles blow, mighty and proud.

So is the ball, cheering loud.

Must you exercise prudence?

March in high incandescence!

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March, no matter the weather,

Heed, though you don thick leather.

Fry under the boiling gaze,

Enact duty to amaze.

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Though you may perform loud, proud and tall,

You won't sustain the cruel gaze of Sol.

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