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 ��BELGIUM

La Belgique ne rcgrctte rien.

Not with her ruined silver spires, Not with her cities shamed and rent, Perish the imperishable fires That shape the homestead from the tent.

Wherever men are staunch and free. There shall she keep her fearless state, And, homeless, to great nations be The home of all that makes them great.

— Edith Wharton.

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