To our soldiers

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“When I crossed the valley,
A bird was singing in his nest.
His young ones, his dear hatch,
Had just died during the night.
Yet he was singing for the sunrising sun ;
Oh my Muse ! Don’t cry :
When you’ve lost everything, God is still there,
God in the Heaven, hope down there”.

August night
by Alfred de Musset

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