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Слушать(AI)Who Goes Home
In the city set upon slime and loam They cry in their parliament 'Who goes home?' And there comes no answer in arch or dome, For none in the city of graves goes home. Yet these shall perish and understand, For God has pity on this great land. Men that are men again; who goes home? Tocsin and trumpeter!
Who goes home? For there's blood on the field and blood on the foam And blood on the body when Man goes home. And a voice valedictory . . .
Who is for Victory? Who is for Liberty?
Who goes home?
Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Gilbert Keith Chesterton (29 May 1874 – 14 June 1936) was an English writer, philosopher, lay theologian, and literary and art critic. He has be
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