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Dublin At Dawn

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IN the chill grey summer dawn-light
We pass through the empty streets;
The rattling wheels are all silent;
No friend his fellow greets.
Here and there, at the corners,
A man in a great-coat stands;
A bayonet hangs by his side, and
A rifle is in his hands.
This is a conquered city;
It speaks of war not peace;

And that's one of the English soldiers
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Brian Jani 03 May 2014

Nice theme francis I like it.

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