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Have strength, daring, honour yet perished?
Is all hope for victory lost?
Are all merry meadows that once flourished
Now barren and covered with frost?
Are hearts that were once stout and brave
Unyielding to darkness and night
Now all forlorn and enslaved
And filled with hatred and fright?
Have the beads of dew on the roses
Yet turned to a venemous draught?
Devouring pursuit of just causes
And smiting the heart that once laughed.
Despair has befallen brave soldiers
Great minds have been driven insane
We are lost and no one can help us
All hopes and all efforts are vain.
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