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‘FOR THE FALLEN’

 

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old

Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn

At the going down of the sun and in the morning

We will remember them

 

But where our desires are and our hopes profound

Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight

To the innermost heart of their own land they are known

As the stars are known to the Night

 

As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust

Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain

As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness

To the end, to the end, they remain

 

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