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In this the quiet hour before the morning storm


The armies gather
War comes

We touch and enter unto eachother

Gently
With grace

And death too is here

Singing of a new tomorrow

And I am here

With the compassion and the sword

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Lasting impressions

Ere the final healing

And the sun


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We acknowledge truth reluctantly it seems

But in the moment

Our courage appears

And saves the Day


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