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n the idle hill of summer,Sleepy with the flow of streams,Far I hear the steady drummerDrumming like a noise in dreams. Far and near and low and louderOn the roads of earth go by,Dear to friends and food for powder,Soldiers marching, all to die. East and west on fields forgottenBleach the bones of comrades slain,Lovely lads and dead and rotten;None that go return again. Far the calling bugles hollo,High the screaming fife replies,Gay the files of scarlet follow:Woman bore me, I will rise.
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