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I mark me how today the maples wear A look of inward burgeoning, and I feel Colours I see not in the naked air, Lance-keen, and with the little blue of steel. - In Late Spring [Maple] Judge not that ye be judged; we carried the torch to the goal. The goal is won: guard the fire: it is yours: but remember our soul. Breathes through the life that we saved, when our lives went out in the night: Your body is woven of ours: see that the torch is alight. - On the Day of Achievement [Soldiers]
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