Twenty one gun salute
Our lady is being put to rest
She asked for our tired
Even for our poor
Helping those in need
But no more
The tired will join her
The poor will be no more
Covering all with dirt
Hauling away the old
Locking them away
The disable will be sent off to die
Guns fire off
In honor of our lady
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