You winked once at me. And I blinked back at you, as we clamored through salt marsh and fen.

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I was neither at the hot gates Nor fought in the warm rain Nor knee deep in the salt marsh, heaving a cutlass, Bitten by flies, fought.

我未曾到过火热的城门,也未曾在暖雨中作战,更未曾在没膝的盐沼里挥舞弯刀，挨着飞蝇的叮咬，苦战。

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