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Jan 2017
The dead the dying, the disenchanted
all around they look and stare
Those that sent them into battle
close their eyes and no longer care

The dead the dying, the disenchanted
once had hope but now have none
They wait for those who would relieve them
their battle fought, their war now done
Written by
Robert Allen Stevenson  Berkshire, England
(Berkshire, England)   
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