
Hunger of War
“Upon the fields of cold and pain, — They dine upon the dying’s gain. — Breakfast, lunch and dinner, too, — Like a scarf of gingham, mindlessly askew.”
1–2 minutes

“Upon the fields of cold and pain, — They dine upon the dying’s gain. — Breakfast, lunch and dinner, too, — Like a scarf of gingham, mindlessly askew.”
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