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Twenty-fifth of April

They muster on an April morning.

In thinning ranks at day’s dawning

Their thoughts of those now gone

In their memories they live on

Comrades young and strong


If with you their stories share

Know you’re welcome there.

Then you may understand why

Though bodies fail as years go by

There’s still a glint in an old digger’s eye.

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