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My pale dead smile to me,
Rows upon rows.
Close by, and their joyful voice in my ears
And their image awake, sensed.
Awfully beautiful and vivid.
I am here and they are scattered upon the earth.
Rains, winds and wood
A refuge for them, and camaraderie.
They are my comrades, my days of youth.
To my end
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