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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