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It was a blessed time we were on the beaches
Go off at dawn barefoot and without a hat
And quick as a toad’s tongue goes
Love wounded the hearts of fools as of the wise
Did you know Guy at a gallop
Back when he was a soldier
Did you know Guy at a gallop
Back when he was an artificer
At the war
It was a blessed time The time of the mail clerk
We’re packed tighter than in the buses
And stars went by that the shells aped
When in the night the horse battery came
Did you know Guy at a gallop
Back when he was a soldier
Did you know Guy at a gallop
Back when he was an artificer
At the war
It was a blessed time Vague days and vague nights
The shells gave the logs their hash
Some aluminium where you contrived
To file till evening unbelievable rings
Did you know Guy at a gallop
Back when he was a soldier
Did you know Guy at a gallop
Back when he was an artificer
At the war
It was a blessed time The war goes on
The Servants have filed the ring through the months
The Driver listens sheltered in the woods
To the song that an unknown star repeats
Did you know Guy at a gallop
Back when he was a soldier
Did you know Guy at a gallop
Back when he was an artificer
At the war
Guillaume Apollinaire
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