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- We forget cruelty and past betrayal,
- Heedless of where the next bright bolt may fall.
ROBERT GRAVES, The White Goddess
- War was return of earth to ugly earth,
- War was foundering of sublimities,
- Extinction of each happy art and faith
- By which the world had still kept head in air.
ROBERT GRAVES, Recalling War
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