.With these ways I behold
Tales of deep seated woe
Of torn capacity to love
Beneath the steel housed above.
But now the trench has grown cold
With death's bile and lost souls
The dead export still
The rank they had at their kill.
The armour's quiet for our eyes
Thei.
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