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1. WAR ECHOES.

Our rooms, our books, and every thing

We shared as proudly as a king.

Ah! many the pipes together smoked,

And many the autumn nights we joked,

And oft we passed the bottles green,

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Till morning's light shot in between

The half-drawn curtains, trimmed with red,

And warned us then 'twas time for bed.

Many the midnight hours spent

In giving voice and fancy vent,

Entangling us in problems deep,

Whose answers only came - with sleep!

Religion, art, philosophy,

And half a score of "isms" we

Attacked with fresh, determined force

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