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luilies Of Anzac
Oh, Youth, you bear no stain of hate,
No memory of pain;
Peace, love and joy have been your fate,
And may it so remain.
Then lay your tribute on the tomb,
Your lilies, sweet and pure,
To honor those who marched to doom
That you might dwell secure.
?Louise Montrose,
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