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| Our Dead |
| Circa 1920 |
They Died,
And in their selfless dying gave,
A greater gift than land or wave,
They died.
They lived,
And loved, and walked with me
And others far across the sea,
They lived.
They died,
And if some passing stranger may
Ask why, for the living say,
They died.
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