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When the long grey lines came flooding upon Paris in the plain,
We stood and drank of the last free air we never could taste again;
They had led us back from a lost battle, to halt we knew not where,
And stilled us; and our gaping g...

I
VE been happy two weeks together,
My love is coming home to me,
Gold and silver is the