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DEFENCE OF THE ISLANDS
Let these memorials of built stone music's
enduring instrument, of many centuries of
patient cultivation of the earth, of English
verse
be joined with the memory of this defence of
the islands
and the memory of those appointed to the grey
ships battleship, merchantman, trawler
contributing their share to the ages' pavement
of British bone on the sea floor
and of those who, in man's newest form of gamble
with death, fight the power of darkness in air
and fire
and of those who have followed their forbears
to Flanders and France, those undefeated in defeat,
unalterable in triumph, changing nothing
of their ancestors' ways but the weapons
and those again for whom the paths of glory are
the lanes and the streets of Britain:
to say to the past and the future generations
of our kin and of our speech, that we took up
our positions, in obedience to instructions.
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i'm
asking
you dear to
what else could a
no but it doesn't
of course but you don't seem
to realize i can't make
it clearer war just isn't what
we imagine but please for god's O
what the hell yea it's true that was
me but that me isn't me
can't you see now no not
any Christ but you
must understand
why because
i am
dead
X. . , , , , , , , , , , , . . i can't make it clearer , , , , it's true that was me but that me isn't me... because i am dead.
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