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RED WINE 93
Oh ! lads out on the level fields,
If you could call to mind The good red wine at Nouex-les-Mines
You would not stay behind !
And when we left the trench to-night,
Each weary with his load, Grey, silent ghosts, as light as air,
Came with us down the road. And now we sit us down to drink
You sit beside us, too, And drink red wine at Nouex-les-Mines
As once you used to do. |
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