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You will see gloom and horror
But never the joy of fight.
You'll dream of me in pain and fear,
And in your dreaming never hear
My voice across" the night.
My voice that sounds so gaily
Will be too far away
For you to see across your dream
The charging and the bayonet's gleam,
Or hear the words I say.
And parted by the warders
That hold the gates of sleep,
I shall be dead and happy
And you will live and weep.
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