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These are the damned circles Dante trod, / Terrible in hopelessness, / But even skulls have their humour, / An eyeless and sardonic mockery: / And we, / Sitting with streaming eyes in the acrid smoke, / That murks our foul, damp billet, / Chant bitterly, with raucous voices / As a choir of frogs / In hideous irony, our patriotic songs.