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Bad news is not broken, By kind tactful word. The message is spoken Ere the word can be heard. The eye and the bearing, The breath make it clear, And the heart is despairing Before the ears hear. I do not remember The words that they said: "Killed--Douai--November--" I knew John was dead. All done and over-- That day long ago-- The white cliffs of Dover-- Little did I know.