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IN THE MORNING 87
In the street men fell as a bullock drops, Sniped from the fringe of Hulluch copse.
And the choking fumes of the deadly shell Curtained the place where our comrades fell,
This we saw when the charge was done And the East blushed red to the rising sun In the town of Loos in the morning. |
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