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Merl 2022-04-20 09:02:39
Very general, in every way. 6.8/0.09 million【IMDb7.1/0.53...
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Zelda 2022-04-20 09:02:39
"If someone asks why we lost our lives in war, it's because our elders deceived...
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Abagail 2022-04-20 09:02:39
A jaw-dropping appearance of Officer Daniel. . . Just get used to...
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Kelli 2022-04-20 09:02:39
War is built on the sadness and despair of countless...
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Edmund 2022-04-20 09:02:39
I always feel that old Kipling wants the XO108-style x to be dead and...
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Emmitt 2022-04-20 09:02:39
The other side of Harry Potter is indeed no longer suitable to play Harry Potter, which is actually a good thing, for...
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Randi 2022-04-20 09:02:39
The war was too tragic, and the youth were too...
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Rosendo 2022-04-20 09:02:39
It turned out that his father was a Nobel Prize winner. ....
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America 2022-04-20 09:02:39
When I first started watching it, I had to pause for a while to get mad at the egg noodle = = I was so mad that I couldn't help but burst into tears. Bald, come watch this movie, you're going to love egg slime! ! ! Good YD said: He has fallen in love with...
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Vince 2022-04-19 09:03:01
Because of myopia,...
My Boy Jack Comments
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Jess 2022-01-28 08:22:59
In Flanders Fields
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
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Lesly 2022-01-28 08:22:59
World War I glory
(2009.11.12) Everyone has their dreams. There are very few who can open their minds and move forward boldly. It may be the closure of reality, or it may be the difference of ideology between people. In the age of raging wars, it is a choice whether to live in a comfortable nest at the rear, or to...
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Caroline Kipling: [crying] I miss him.
Rudyard Kipling: [bursts into tears] So do I.
Caroline Kipling: I can feel his head on my chest. I can feel his thick hair under my fingers. I can hear him laugh. I can feel his heat against me.
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[last lines]
Rudyard Kipling: Have you news of my boy Jack?/ Not this tide./ When d'you think that he'll come back?/ Not with this wind blowing, and this tide./ Has any one else had word of him?/ Not this tide./ For what is sunk will hardly swim, Not with this wind blowing, and this tide./ Oh, dear, what comfort can I find?/ None this tide,/ Nor any tide,/ Except he did not shame his kind-/ Not even with that wind blowing, and that tide./ Then hold your head up all the more,/ This tide,/ And every tide;/ Because he was the son you bore,/ And gave to that wind blowing and that tide!
