MY ARMY, O, my army! The time I dreamed of comes! I want to see your colours; I want to hear your drums! I heard them in my boyhood when all men's hearts seemed cold; I heard them as a Young Man--and I am growing old! My army, O, my army! The signs are manifold!
My army, O, my army! My army and my Queen! I used to sing your battle-songs when I was seventeen! They came to me from ages, they came from far and near; They came to me from Paris, they came to me from Here!-- They came when I was marching with the Army of the Rear.
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