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Feb 2014
From war we return
Crestfallen and broken
May we heal from the burn
Of the fiery words spoken
Stained upon our hands
The blood of brothers
From a different land
We leave mourning mothers
But from just below
We see a light
Though we do not know
To trust our sight
So to war we move
All over again
And the horizon above
So dormant remains
Unknown
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Unknown  Prison of Freedom
(Prison of Freedom)   
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