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The Quote:
Have we not huddled in bunkers, while some premonition of tomorrow hung in the air and a comrade started singing? Oh, it felt so melancholy! And it was kitsch. — Robert Musil, author
Have we not huddled in bunkers, while some premonition of tomorrow hung in the air and a comrade started singing? Oh, it felt so melancholy! And it was kitsch.
'O Usheen, mount by me and ride
To shores by the wash of the tremulous tide
Where men have heaped no burial mounds
And the days pass by like a wayward tune
Where broken faith has never been known
And the blushes of first love never have flown.'
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