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Preciousness
Bonn Germany
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It is dawn, Men in green jumpsuits, Have struck terror, Up the mountains down the deserts, I remember grandfather telling me stories of heroes and traitors and villains and fighters of a Desert warfare, We were sitting under a palm tree, eating dates and sipping mint tea, his voice takes me back there to a time, when he was not even born, Though I was not entertained, I was mourning, As a stranger would mourn the desert rain its brevity, But it is dawn, does it matter? All men that had fallen had been forgotten, A nation rose and fell and is aiming to rise, Can it matter? I guess not... For what grows.... In the desert, Anyway?!
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Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 10:38 AM UTC
Preciousness
Desert warfare
It is dawn, Men in green jumpsuits, Have struck terror, Up the mountains down the deserts, I remember grandfather telling me stories of heroes and traitors and villains and fighters of a Desert warfare, We were sitting under a palm tree, eating dates and sipping mint tea, his voice takes me back there to a time, when he was not even born, Though I was not entertained, I was mourning, As a stranger would mourn the desert rain its brevity, But it is dawn, does it matter? All men that had fallen had been forgotten, A nation rose and fell and is aiming to rise, Can it matter? I guess not... For what grows.... In the desert, Anyway?!
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