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33 Merchant Taylors’ Prep School Newsletter - 16.12.2021 MTP English War time sorrow With the firing of the guns And the advancing of the huns The rising of the sun Brings sorrow to my heart. And with the fear that sorrow brings, The sound of bomber’s wings Makes me want to start to sing Of my ever-looming dread And although my heart is bruised and worn, I see the German’s clothes are torn And I feel like a newborn, Unable to kill the hun at all. When I strike the final blow When I see the circling crow Then I will finally know What this war condemned me to do. So when it’s all over, I will go back home, sober And I will just fall over For my war time sorrow passed. By Dhiren