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The sun spreads over the green land
Red deer come down to the plains
where the fireweed grows

Sage and skullcap appear in the woods
Flags change colours on the flagpoles
They are folded away under wedding dresses

Below the ancient stone castles
wooden crosses sprout in the wheat fields
Phosphorus bursts bloom high above the hills

The soldiers march back through the land
Roads moving to the click of their heels
Dust lifting in low clouds

Sometimes mines take away their boots
The green faces swell like ripe melons
amidst elderflower and eyebright

With ancient patience the peasants watch
In the clover grass they will soon find

black helmets containing rain


The sun rolls slowly through blue sky
indifferent to the shiny black boots
lying crooked beside the road