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Jul 2019
I’ll remember the time we've spent
I’ll remember those cries you've wept

We used to call each other names
Sticks and stones that were in good faith

We’ve conquered what we saw in the world
Kings and lords but we are brothers after all

Witnessed the fruits of our labors
Turned to a glutton’s cash papers

Drafted into needless costly wars
Holding each other for little warmth

As a friend’s tears start as he rushes to intervene
A comrade’s last laugh as he falls dead at the scene
migayle ocuaman
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migayle ocuaman  19/Bigender/philippines
(19/Bigender/philippines)   
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