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“But thy father loves the clashing

Of broadsword and of shield:

He loves to drink the steam that reeks

From the fresh battlefield:

He smiles a smile more dreadful

Than his own dreadful frown

When he sees the thick black cloud of smoke

Go up from the conquered town.

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