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Alfred, Lord Tennyson - The Charge of the Light Brigade

Enter the words to Tennyson's famous poem "The Charge of the Light Brigade". It may seem a bit long, but it is also very repetitive.
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Half
a
league,
half
a
league,
 
Half
a
league
onward,
 
 
 
All
in
the
valley
of
Death
 
 
Rode
the
six
hundred.
 
 
"Forward
the
Light
Brigade!
 
 
 
Charge
for
the
guns!"
he
said.
 
Into
the
valley
of
Death
 
 
 
Rode
the
six
hundred.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"Forward
the
Light
Brigade!"
 
 
 
Was
there
a
man
dismayed?
 
 
Not
though
the
soldier
knew
 
 
 
Someone
had
blundered.
 
 
 
 
Theirs
not
to
make
reply,
 
 
Theirs
not
to
reason
why,
 
 
Theirs
but
to
do
and
die.
 
Into
the
valley
of
Death
 
 
Rode
the
six
hundred.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Cannon
to
the
right
of
them,
 
Cannon
to
the
left
of
them
 
Cannon
in
front
of
them
 
 
 
Volleyed
and
thundered;
 
 
 
Stormed
at
with
shot
and
shell,
 
Boldly
they
rode
and
well,
 
 
Into
the
jaws
of
Death,
 
 
Into
the
mouth
of
hell,
 
 
 
Rode
the
six
hundred.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Flashed
all
their
sabres
bare,
 
 
Flashed
as
they
turned
in
air
 
Sabring
the
gunners
there,
 
 
 
Charging
an
army,
while
 
 
 
 
All
the
world
wondered.
 
 
Plunged
in
the
battery
smoke
 
 
Right
through
the
line
they
broke;
 
Cossack
and
Russian
 
 
 
 
Reeled
from
the
sabre
stroke
 
 
 
Shattered
and
sundered.
 
 
 
Then
they
rode
back,
but
not
 
 
Not
the
six
hundred.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Cannon
to
the
right
of
them,
 
Cannon
to
the
left
of
them,
 
Cannon
behind
them
 
 
 
 
 
Volleyed
and
thundered;
 
 
 
Stormed
at
with
shot
and
shell,
 
While
horse
and
hero
fell.
 
 
They
that
had
fought
so
well
 
Came
through
the
jaws
of
Death,
 
Back
from
the
mouth
of
hell,
 
All
that
was
left
of
them,
 
 
Left
of
six
hundred.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
When
can
their
glory
fade?
 
 
O
the
wild
charge
they
made!
 
 
All
the
world
wondered.
 
 
Honour
the
charge
they
made!
 
 
Honour
the
Light
Brigade,
 
 
 
 
Noble
six
hundred.
 
 
 
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