Annannannawiddecombe

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Answer the questions, ask none
Ours' not to reason why, ours' but to do and die
Make your peace then bid farewell
Between the columned air, into the breach again
Everything moans, everything moans
On this peninsula the broken bodies lie

I heard them crying in semaphore
A hardened dialect built on a stiffening brogue
Answer the questions, ask none
Ours' not to reason why, ours' but to do and die
Everything moans, everything moans
On this peninsula the broken bodies lie

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On this peninsula the broken bodies lie

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from Yearlings, released May 2, 2011

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