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I woke still half-dreaming I was out of the trees
and tumbling into the sky
cold, so cold sometime before dawn
searching for a light and reaching for my clothes
That we believe, so call, rise
The convoys into the coming daylight
Let it not be that everything must die
without some mark being made of its

As if all the world now hold its breath
These are the that we'll recall
when the masks are off the
and something to fight for
All the lines down in the Soul
You can let your anger burn

There's echoed down towards the Kennet Canal
and sweet on the air
And the Yellow Jackets stand with the Thick Blue
backs to the in the fresh thin carpet of snow
Snelsmore Wood, The Chase, Enbourne
Reddings Copse, Tothill down Andover Grove
Let it not be said that everything die
without mark being made of its passing

As if all the world should now hold its . . .