Phantoms of thought and memory thinned and fled. — Siegfried Sassoon, The War Poems
Phantoms of thought and memory thinned and fled. — Siegfried Sassoon, The War Poems
Phantoms of thought and memory thinned and fled. — Siegfried Sassoon, The War Poems
Phantoms of thought and memory thinned and fled. — Siegfried Sassoon, The War Poems
Phantoms of thought and memory thinned and fled. — Siegfried Sassoon, The War Poems
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Phantoms of thought and memory thinned and fled.

— Siegfried Sassoon, The War Poems
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