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As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the stars that are starry
in the time of our darkness
to the end they remain.
They shall not grow old
as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them,
nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
we will remember them.
poem: Laurence Binyon (1869-1943)
