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633 B
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21 lines
633 B
Plaintext
Executable File
They disembarked in 45
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And no-one spoke and no-one smiled
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There were to many spaces in the line.
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Gathered at the cenotaph
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All agreed with the hand on heart
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To sheath the sacrificial Knifes.
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But now
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She stands upon Southampton dock
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With her handkerchief
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And her summer frock clings
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To her wet body in the rain.
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In quiet desperation knuckles
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White upon the slippery reins
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She bravely waves the boys Goodbye again.
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And still the dark stain spreads between
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His shoulder blades.
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A mute reminder of the poppy fields and graves.
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And when the fight was over
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We spent what they had made.
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But in the bottom of our hearts
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We felt the final cut. |