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FOR a woman's face remembered as a spot of quick light on the flat land of dark night,
For this memory of one mouth and a forehead they go on in the gray rain and the mud, they go on among the boots and guns.
The horizon ahead is a thousand fang flashes, it is a row of teeth that bite on the flanks of night, the horizon sings of a new **** and a big ****.
The horizon behind is a wall of dark etched with a memory, fixed with a woman's face-they fight on and on, boots in the mud and heads in the gray rain-for the women they hate and the women they love-for the women they left behind, they fight on.
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