Civilians ships at dunkerque, to swallow the thousands, steered under jericho's sirens up high.
Two dozen nears a passage burning, yet not ouy coal, rebels ofthe wings, bleed and the tide is turning!
Three decades and the extremes are meeting, perilous storms, flaunting banners, flners, lives...
Arnhem, one overpath too far north-east...alas! News needed over the air.
Stranded at wrong shores of the rhine, take courage, take others the southbound line.
Where are the men of our time to summon divine winds?
A judn type 33, trailing the vapor of a nation...
Cloudedvdans on the isles of no trees,
74 In counting, our last trench warfare beast,
Men of the now, these were dans you fail to see, not one them in vain.
No statues suffer the autumn storms to wither,
Drained away in the rain-sodden soils of our lands,
It is our europe that falls...
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