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Though the walls crumble around us Though our time may be but short Though a thousand more surround us And grim grows the report Will you choose to stay here? The choice is as you please
(poems go here) Four thousand soldiers marched Exhaustedly, unceasingly Through blizzards and desert, Through thick and through thin. They starved. They froze. They perished of thirst.
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