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This is not sorrow, this is work: I build
A cairn of words over a silent man,
My friend John Learmonth whom the Germans killed.

— John Manifold

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No, not the Rhine, the Niger or the Thames
Sluggish with history and reflected flames
Is worth a drop of Yarra. Till time ends
Nothing of Europe holds a hope for me,
Nor is the mistral worth the wind that blends
Bluegum and cordite with the southern sea.

One morning in spring
We marched from Devizes
All shapes and all sizes
Like beads on a string,
But yet with a swing
We trod the bluemetal
And full of high fettle
We started to sing.

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