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strong men keep coming on. They go down shot, hanged, sick, broken. They live on, fighting, singing, lucky as plungers.

The strong men. . . they keep coming on. The strong mothers pulling them from a dark sea, a great prairie, a long mountain.

Call hallelujah, call amen, call deep thanks. The strong men keep coming on. 51