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Their voices, dying as they fly,
Thick on the wind are sown;
The names of men blow
soundless
by,
My fellows' and my own.
AE Housman - A Shropshire Lad
Their voices, dying as they fly,
Thick on the wind are sown;
The names of men blow
soundless
by,
My fellows' and my own.
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