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War Is Kind By Stephen

Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind.
Because your lover threw wild hands toward the sky
And the affrighted steed ran alone,
Do not weep.
War is kind.
Hoarse, blooming drums of the regiment,
Little souls who thirst for fight,
These men born to drill and die.
The unexplained glory flies above them,

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