The Atlanta Braves Thread

Though heavily we bled
Still on we crawl
Try to catch a cannonball.
And a slow burning tide
Through my veins is flowing.
From my shipwreck I heard her call
And she said,

'When you're tired of aiming your arrows,
Still you never hit the mark
Even in your rains and shadows
Still we're never gonna part.
Come on, baby, don't let it break your heart.'
 

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