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Morsecodian Farewell
(1 Min)
No more for him
the morse code sound
on air no more he will be found
and as the shades of evening fall
we will remember his call
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They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old,
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
The Last Post
(1 Min)