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One hundred years before the Beatles
The Civil War did its evil
Two great lines of history
One of joy and one of tragedy
Also of joy and tragedy
Just a year before the Beatles popularity
Was the gruesome murder of Kennedy
I was young but remember clearly
At first their pleasing songs
Seemed a little wrong
Just a year after the tears
With our nation still seared
But the joy was timed splendidly
After the tragedy of Kennedy
Made their songs all the joy they could be
And even more with ecstasy
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