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Jul 2019
From empty hand, we rise to meet,
Upon manless land for death to greet.
Soar to the height untilthe fall,
Mark the deeds of the valiant tall.
In end, its hand, reach to our grave,
Of those who'd come to seek the brave.
And stare the horror between the sorrow,
Grasp an idea of a better tomorrow.
migayle ocuaman
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migayle ocuaman  19/Bigender/philippines
(19/Bigender/philippines)   
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