Apparitions

Who goes there, in the night,

— Across the storm-swept plain?

We are the ghosts of a valiant war —

— A million murdered men!

Who goes there, at the dawn,

— Across the sun-swept plain?

We are the hosts of those who swear:

— It shall not be again!

Who goes there, in the night,

Across the storm-swept plain?

We are the ghosts of a valiant war —

A million murdered men!

Who goes there, at the dawn,

Across the sun-swept plain?

We are the hosts of those who swear:

It shall not be again!

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