Last night
I met the dead soldier
In my vision,
I asked him many questions about the horrible war,
He answered all the questions
With great patience,
But when I asked the soldier the last question,
He remained silent,
I waited and waited,
This way long time elapsed,
Still the dead soldier didn't answer,
At last he bade me goodbye.
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