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Rh You lived for peace and lived for war, you knew no little strife;

To conquer first, then help your foe, made music of your life.

And for the sake of those you led, you gave your life away,

As youth might fling a coin of gold upon a sunny day.

If Odin mustered Vikings, you would rule his pagan crew.

If Mary came to choose her knights, she'd hand her sword to you.

Men scattered in the wilderness, or crowded in the street,

Would choose you for their leader and glory in defeat.

You'd find a bridge to Lazarus, or any man in pain.

There are not many like you that I shall see again;

I do not grieve for you who laughed, and went into the shade,

I sorrow for the dream that's lost, Italian plans we made.

Good-bye! It's Armageddon. You will not prune your vine,

Nor taste the salt of channel winds, nor hear the singing Rhine.

You'll sleep with friends and enemies until the trumpet sounds,

And open are the thrones of kings, and all the Trojan mounds.