I see a tundra filled with sparkling white.
I squint my eyes at it's dazzling allure.
And I wonder if it would be alright
If I were to hope to see it once more.
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Man in the sand
wearing a cloak
rags and scrap cloth
seethed as he choked
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Birds of prey
But are stuck to the ground
Trying to fly
When there's no one around
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Oh great-grandpa,
gone in a flash,
Survived three wars,
always under attack.
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On a hillside in the North
a drummer boy marches
parading through flying lead
wading through marshes
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100 children lie awake.
100 lashes left to take.
100 mouths still left to feed.
100 infants cry in need.
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Remember me
But do not weep
As you approach
My own grave stone.
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Is it a blessing,
To have nine lives?
Is it a blessing,
To Know no lies?
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