Like water boiling in an overfull urn,
In your circle of woods, hills, and valleys,
Pale death mingled the dark battalions.
On one side, it's Europe and on the other, France.
Bloody clash! God deceived the heroes' hope;
You deserted, victory, and fate was weary.
Oh, Waterloo! I weep and I pause, alas!
For these last soldiers of the last war
Were great; they had conquered the earth,
Driven away twenty kings, crossed the Alps and the Rhine, And their souls sang in the brass bugles. "
Victor Hugo

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