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Out of this insanity he came
Shaken and old …

They built the camp-fires, they gathered about the flames,
And trembling silence fell.

They were very wearied of the battle:
The longing for sleep was beyond the longing for life:
They were as dead things moving about.

He fell down, asleep, as a stone falls:
And all was blank and void.
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