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Apr 2019
At last we may rest
Beneath a blood red sun
The battle over
The day thus done
I pray it sets soon
Never to rise
And never remembered
Save in the eyes
Of the dead that lay here
In heaps and scores
Let us forever forget
Our ways of war
Hadrian Veska
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Hadrian Veska
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