When childhood, motherhood, fatherhood, all animals, and Everything die in vain in a lost war of any kind, so How can we get new pretty souls and new pretty things out of These ruined ashes, broken houses, or twisted iron? Of course, There isn't an immediate alternative Because things take time to be, then We need take a pretty lesson from That life that goes on around us, Are there any wise words or wise people?
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