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As down the ridge one dawn-star's morn
To an outpost fair rode I.
There armoured lines of troopers white
In squadrons passed me by.
No saber hummed, no battle drum
Did sound its loud tattoo,
But the temple bell o'er the mesa's swell
Rang out in the starlit dew.

Right proudly high o'er the garrison town
They raised that flag of war.
'Twas better to die 'neath a rebel sky
Than at Geonosis or Kessel's shore.
And from the plains of Lothal's green
Strong souls came hurrying through;
While the Imperial sons with their Star Destroyer guns
Sailed in from the starlit dew.

Oh, the night fell black and the blaster's crack
Made the perfidious Coruscant reel.
'Mid the durasteel rail, seven blades of flame
Did shine o'er the lines of steel.
By each glowing blade a prayer was said
That to the Force their souls be true.
When the morning broke, still the rebel flag shook
Out its fold in the starlit dew.

It was the Senate bade our star-folk go,
That distant systems might be free.
Their lonely graves are by Sullust's waves
On the fringe of the Outer Sea.
But had they died by Kenobi's side
Or fought with young Skywalker true,
Their graves we'd keep where the Jedi sleep
'Neath the shroud of the starlit dew.

But the bravest fell, and the requiem bell
Rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that dawn-star's tide
In the springing of the year.
And the galaxy gazed in deep amaze
At those fearless ones and true
Who bore the fight that freedom's light
Might shine through the starlit dew.

Then back through that glen I rode again
And my heart with grief was sore,
For I parted then with valiant ones
Whom I never shall see more.
And back to and fro in dreams I'll go,
And I'll kneel and pray for you —
Oh, the Force be with you, oh glorious few,
Who fell in the starlit dew.