(Is not much to say war can be?
But unlike a soldier his heart can see)
If only I knew war and all it flaws
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It is the smallest tears that matter the most
The miniature hands, eyes, and smiles that host,
the incoming and outgoing of life alone the shore
The tiniest rain that make the season as tender and more
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Life leaves a fleeting print of scar
Into the heart and all that is afar
But tell me something to know
What causes scar to show?
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To take…to hold the sweetest thing
That life can devour, keep, and bring
The hollow shape of a sinking well
Makes more thought and wonder to tell
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I sowed one but many seeds for friendship
Gradually, they all grew up easily and well
But to understand the world more and tell
The diversity of their tongues and hardship
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