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Yes, I Hate War Too
We stand around a fresh dug grave
And weep. We cry for the brave.
Never again shall life be wasted,
For their death, peace can be tasted.
Death Before Birth
Her clothes are dark, her face hung
Her movement doesn't fool anyone
Experiences are too many to forget
A life she is too young to regret
After Life
He walks along a deserted beach,
A lone vagrant. A moon shines,
His tattered spirit stumbles.
No-one read the signs


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