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The guns spell money's ultimate
In letters of lead on the spring hillside
But the boy lying dead under the olive
Was too young and too

The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
Along the sea-sands damp and
The traveller hastens toward the town,  And the tide rises, the tide falls