'They went
with songs to the battle, they were young.
Straight of
limb, true of eyes, steady and aglow.
They were
staunch to the end against all odds uncounted,
They fell
with their faces to the foe.
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'.
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