What was my arm worth
When they took it away?
And the spirit had Rush upset
All of 'em promised to stay
Where did they put it, Bella?
Where and which way?
Did it start the man charged at me?
And I'm in vain
Or is it with my brother
Is it with my brother?
And I mean in this grave
Tell me, where, tell me
Where will I go to find it
What has my arm made
In the balance of things?
Are there still birds a-flying
In a brushing of wings?
Or could it still be disguised
Still be disguised as a terrible thing?
Spoiling all them singing, babe
And smashing up their wings
Wish I could go with them, brother
Brother of all things
It's only a stub of the original thing
That was there when I signed
When I saluted my king
Where? Tell me
Where will I go to find it

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