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THE LISTENING-PATROL 69
And he smothers a yawn, saying, " Wake me at dawn," While the Dustman from Nod sprinkles dust in his eyes.
But these things you'll see if you come out with me,
And sit by my side in a shell-shovelled hole, Where the fairy-bells croon to the ivory moon
When the soldier is out on a listening-patrol. |
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