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chapter-311		chapter-311			.txt	text/plain	389	28	87	Ashes of Soldiers Ashes of soldiers South or North, From every point of the compass out of the countless graves, what life, what joy and pride, Nothing from you this time O drummers bearing my warlike drums. Admitting around me comrades close unseen by the rest and voiceless, I chant this chant of my silent soul in the name of all dead soldiers. But sweet, ah sweet, are the dead with their silent eyes. Dearest comrades, all is over and long gone, But love is not over--and what love, O comrades! Perfume therefore my chant, O love, immortal love, Give me to bathe the memories of all dead soldiers, Shroud them, embalm them, cover them all over with tender pride. O love, solve all, fructify all with the last chemistry. That I exhale love from me wherever I go like a moist perennial dew, For the ashes of all dead soldiers South or North.	./cache/chapter-311.txt	./txt/chapter-311.txt