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 For when my brain is on their track, In slangy speech I call them back. With fox-trot tunes their ghosts I charm. "Another little drink won't do us any harm."
 * I think of rag-time; a bit of rag-time;
 * And see their faces crowding round
 * To the sound of the syncopated beat.
 * They've got such jolly things to tell,
 * Home from hell with a Blighty wound so neat. . . .

And so the song breaks off; and I'm alone. They're dead. . . . For God's sake stop that gramophone.