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If i should die,think only this of me;`that there's some corner of our foreign field`
That is forever england. there shall be in that rich earth's a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom england bore.shaped,made aware,
Gave,once,her flowers to love,her ways to roam,
A body of England's breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers,blest by suns of home
And think, this heart,all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind,no less,
Gives somwhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
and laughter,learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven,.

Rupert Brooke

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