Go get the flag! It's raining.
Give me a second please.
It wont melt Grandpa.
I'm sweeping can't you see.
He turned a crimson color.
I knew I had mispoke.
But instead of yelling at me
His tears could float a boat.
You do not understand my lad
The price this family's paid.
To fly that grand old glory flag
My son is in his grave.
Many friends I fought beside.
Laid down their lives for me.
The very least that we can do
Is to honor their memory.
I shall always now remember.
When it begins to rain.
Grandpa's Glory Flag that's waving.
Represents a Hero's grave...

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