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"The Charge of the Light Brigade"
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Half a league, half a league,\\
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Half a league onward,\\
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All in the valley of Death\\
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Rode the six hundred.\\
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"Charge," was the captain's cry;\\
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Their's not to reason why,\\
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Their's not to make reply,\\
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Their's but to do and die,\\
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Into the valley of Death\\
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Rode the six hundred.
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Cannon to right of them,\\
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Cannon to left of them,\\
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Cannon in front of them\\
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Volley'd and thunder'd;\\
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Storm'd at with shot and shell,\\
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Boldly they rode and well;\\
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Into the jaws of Death,\\
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Into the mouth of Hell,\\
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Rode the six hundred.
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Flash'd all their sabres bare,\\
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Flash'd all at once in air,\\
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Sabring the gunners there,\\
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Charging an army, while\\
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All the world wonder'd:\\
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Plunged in the battery-smoke\\
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Fiercely the line they broke;\\
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Strong was the sabre-stroke:\\
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Making an army reel\\
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Shaken and sundere'd.\\
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Then they rode back, but not,\\
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Not the six hundred.
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Cannon to right of them,\\
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Cannon to left of them,\\
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Cannon behind them\\
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Volley'd and thunder'd;\\
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Storm'd at with shot and shell,\\
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They that had struck so well\\
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Rode thro' the jaws of Death,\\
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Half a league back again,\\
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Up from the mouth of Hell,\\
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All that was left of them,\\
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Left of six hundred.
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Honour the brave and bold!\\
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Long shall the tale be told,\\
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Yea, when our babes are old--\\
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How they rode onward.
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:[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charge_of_the_Light_Brigade The real Charge]. ''C'est magnifique, mais ce n'est pas la guerre.'' - "It's magnificent, but it ain't war."
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