They spoke too often and saw new roads
That learnt strength during the war
To do all sizes of wellness and sublimity.
From the stolen hearts of the beloved fighters
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Oh, I am very tearful,
Although the heart cries and dines
On her like the bell, and tongs
Become sick of heat on the hearth.
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Understand and know the reasons behind me,
Raise the certain issues with frank discussion.
I look into hearts with a certain praise,
Look at me now that you are gone.
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They toy with wars enough to scream,
These wars devastate me at best;
One weird one is speaking to me at length,
Diving in to my weird brain like today.
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I have a dozen wars in this world,
One of them entices the ones swirled;
A dream works half of the time like tennis,
I have to speak and work and reminisce.
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Colourful are the asterisks I must display,
Find them now in their tasks that matter,
Crucifix after crucifix, layers upon heavenly layers,
Wonder of the highlighted segments, of heavens.
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This presidium resides with flavours of the far east,
Enticing my entwined continent, like of my language.
Additional adaptations are actualised, by the minor
Critical-thinkers, the real plaguing committee.
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Heavenwards we bespeak the natural tongue,
The Islands of the Blessed marry the jubilant air.
An escape is made to the thrilled hoops,
The vault of heaven eluded us with hilly regions.
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I like to drive into the light
With a wailing sound in the night.
I like weapons of the frightening kind,
To dwell within the cities of the reign.
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