This old hat has seen the nation.
Dry and rain-soaked, it's seen it all.
To hear it's tale, study it's fashion.
It's feather, band, chinstraps ribbon , and faded brim.
The fingered hole, dirty crease, missing liner and all.
The greatest gift, is of the stuff I never thought I'd share with another; the love I've locked away.
Every old hat has once been a new hat.
Let us start anew, begin again...
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