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War

Death hovers above the battlefield,
Choosing whose lives to claim,
Soldiers lay with bleeding hearts,
For they know the end is near.
Yearning to see the sun rise once more,
And their flag go up in victory.
The thread of life is slipping away,
As they bid a silent farewell.

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