More than eternity shrouds the mist,
Europe bestowed its murky list,
Venturing into contents of the Europe -
A European war from the buildup.
How seconds wage war on delicious weather,
Thought the general had, thinking was easier
For himself the real captain, the soldier,
A man whose pride was with creator.
His words are like trench warfare,
He straightforwardly reads our affair.
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