Lament for the Yeomen
And now is come the war, the war: And now is come the war, the war: And now is come the war, the war. War! War! For soldiers are they gone now: For soldiers all. Soldiers and soldiers! All! All! Soldiers must die, must die. Soldiers all must die. Soldiers and soldiers and soldiers Must die. What man is there to kiss now, To kiss, to kiss, О white soft body, this Thy soft sweet whiteness?
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