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Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged, Missing me one place search another, I stop somewhere waiting for you.
None obey'd the command to kneel, Some made a mad and helpless rush, some stood stark and straight, A few fell at once, shot in the temple or heart, the living and dead lay together, The maim'd and mangled dug in the dirt, the new-comers.
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