In the darkness,
War!
In the Valley of Bones;
As many are already dead and gone.
Whole, hole!
Exactly;
But, war had now destroyed the sweet muse of love.
Rum, doldrums!
For scrutiny;
Polish, nourish, accomplish, furnish, finish, Irish, fish, dish!
In the darkness hiding from the bullets of war.
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