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Siegfried Sassoon - The Hawthorn Tree
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Not much to me is yonder lane   
  Where I go every day;   
But when there’s been a shower of rain   
  And hedge-birds whistle gay,   
I know my lad that’s out in France
  With fearsome things to see   
Would give his eyes for just one glance   
  At our white hawthorn tree.

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Not much to me is yonder lane   
  Where he so longs to tread:
But when there’s been a shower of rain   
I think I’ll never weep again   
  Until I’ve heard he’s dead.
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