I Vow To Thee, My Country.

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“I heard my country calling, away across the sea, across the waste of waters, she calls and calls to me. Her sword is girded at her side, her helmet on her head, And around her feet are lying the dying and the dead; I hear the noise of battle, the thunder of her guns; I haste to thee, my mother, a son among thy sons.”

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About mirrenaudax

Slightly greying, bequiffed and enterprising visual artist from Up North.
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