A poem

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Listen to the wraiths of morning in Flanders fields of grey,
Can you hear the Royal Sussex who came and went away
And linger still in graves unknown amidst the furrow and the thorn
But never flinched, duty done, these sons of Sussex bred and born

Anon

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