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Now ‘Neath the Cool Stars
Now ‘neath the cool stars
I know thee more.
Here where the world wars
By the winding shore.
Here by the whirling shell
I know thee most;
Here where a thousand fell
On a battered coast.
Strong ‘mid the battle-smoke
I hold more dear
Those soft words you spoke
To a foolish ear.
Dead, where the hill dips
I lie more wise,
Dreaming of red lips,
And crying eyes.
poem
by
Leon Gellert
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