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A Great War
Peace be,
To us all,
For this is the end,
This is our fall
When this world it thru,
And there is no more,
Think of me,
And better the score.
Think of me often,
When times are dim
And when they are not,
Remember him.
His death so notions
I solemnly swear
The tears we have shed
Are no more to bare.
I miss him, dearly
But thru and thru,
His love endures,
I see it in you.
When the war is over,
And Struggle has gone
Battles are no more
And there is a peeking dawn.
