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"Don't welcome me" by Gurridyula Gaba Wunggu
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"Don't welcome me" by Gurridyula Gaba Wunggu
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"Don't welcome me" by Gurridyula Gaba Wunggu
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"Don't welcome me" by Gurridyula Gaba Wunggu
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For the Fallen
...They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eyes, steady and aglow,
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them....- Robert Laurence Binyon (1869-1943)
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For the Fallen
...They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eyes, steady and aglow,
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them....- Robert Laurence Binyon (1869-1943)
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For the Fallen
...They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eyes, steady and aglow,
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them....- Robert Laurence Binyon (1869-1943)
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For the Fallen
...They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eyes, steady and aglow,
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them....- Robert Laurence Binyon (1869-1943)
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For the Fallen
...They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eyes, steady and aglow,
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them....- Robert Laurence Binyon (1869-1943)