Movement of Troops
We entrain in open trucks
and soon glide away
from the plains of Artois.
With a wake of white smoke
we plunge
down dark avenues of silent trees.
A watcher sees
our red light gleam
and soon glide away
from the plains of Artois.
With a wake of white smoke
we plunge
down dark avenues of silent trees.
A watcher sees
our red light gleam
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