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118 Laugh and wash their names away, leave them all forgotten, Leave the old town to crumble where it sleeps; Leave it there as they have left it, shining in the valley,— Leave the town to crumble down and let the women marry.

"Twelve of us or five," he says, "we know the night is on us now: Five while we last, and we may as well be thinking now: Thinking each his own thought, knowing, when the light comes, Five left or none left, the game will not be lost. Crouch or sleep, we go the way, the last way together: Five or none, the game goes on, and on goes the river.

"For after all that we have done and all that we have failed to do, Life will be life and the world will have its work to do: Every man who follows us will heed in his own fashion The calling and the warning and the friends who do not know: