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MAKERS OF MADNESS

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MAKERS OF MADNESS
NIGHT! And a black and barren sky With a wet wind in from the coast. And only the kites to make reply To heaving body and pleading cry-- Here where the lost battalions lie, I walked last night with a ghost.
His face was gray, his hands were red, And a ghostly mare he rode, That wearily stepped, with drooping head, Over the shadowy lines of dead, And rolled her eyes, and shook with dread Under her foam-white load.

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