Blue Breeze

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Ever will we remember
The blue breeze of November
When our voices soared up high
Like prayers on the breath of heaven
Rising through a deep blue sky.

The Fall fell heavy in the hinter
For white sheets are not warm in winter
And whispers of a January snow
Chilled the spine of God’s country
Like a reckoning for Jim’s old crow.

The echoes in the hills and valleys
From ghoulish chants in fiery rallies
Froze in the vision of an icy blizzard
Howling down from the north
Like the whistle of an angry wizard.

History will mark the day
Snowflakes knocked the devil away
Our hands an icy fist
Down city streets like human rivers
Where we gathered to resist.