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Go thou, deceased, to this earth which is a mother, and spacious
and kind. May her touch be soft read more

Go thou, deceased, to this earth which is a mother, and spacious
and kind. May her touch be soft like that of wool, or a young
woman, and may she protect thee from the depths of destruction.
Rise above him, O Earth, do not press painfully on him, give him
good things, give him consolation, as a mother covers her child
with her cloth, cover thou him.

Life's but a span, or a tale, or a word,
That in a trice, or suddaine, is rehearsed.

Life's but a span, or a tale, or a word,
That in a trice, or suddaine, is rehearsed.

Neither ridiculous shriekings for revenge by French chauvinists,
nor the Englishmen's gnashing of teeth, nor the wild gestures of read more

Neither ridiculous shriekings for revenge by French chauvinists,
nor the Englishmen's gnashing of teeth, nor the wild gestures of
the Slavs will turn us from our aim of protecting and extending
German influence all the world over.

Here's to Great Britain, the sun that gives light to all nations
of the world.

Here's to Great Britain, the sun that gives light to all nations
of the world.

Hier aupres de Charenton
Un serpent morait Jean Freron,
Que croyez-vous qu'il arriva?
Ce read more

Hier aupres de Charenton
Un serpent morait Jean Freron,
Que croyez-vous qu'il arriva?
Ce fut le serpent qui creva.