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The Great War

I am a storyteller Yet I cannot see very well For my eyes betray me With images of no man's land For I am no veteran As I have not seen what they have Yet it's as if I've been there Every step of the way For my ears ring with shell shock And my feet drag with mud For which I hope To you all That none of you follow me Through this Great War

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