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A Charles Ives Symphony
I have a Charles Ives symphony in my head
while Abraham Lincoln gazes out the window on March 4
and, in New York, on Fifth Avenue -- the band marches on
I hear the first shots and I am unmoved;
the war strains sober boundaries and I am lost in the tumult
I have a Charles Ives symphony in my head
while Abraham Lincoln gazes out the window on March 4
and, in New York, on Fifth Avenue -- the band marches on
I hear the first shots and I am unmoved;
the war strains sober boundaries and I am lost in the tumult
