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We are all part of this folklore, that lead us to the only door. There is only one single war, and we keep asking for more. Burn the flowers, lose count on the feathers, veil bought and dropped, **** all the mobs. Bomb the tomb they said, bomb the tomb. I might lay the wreath on the innocence on this ill-fated day but in near future day we will lay the wreath on the ignorance on one fine day. War should've been given a miss, But life, life is a promise.
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Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 11:27 PM UTC
Lay the Wreath
We are all part of this folklore, that lead us to the only door. There is only one single war, and we keep asking for more. Burn the flowers, lose count on the feathers, veil bought and dropped, **** all the mobs. Bomb the tomb they said, bomb the tomb. I might lay the wreath on the innocence on this ill-fated day but in near future day we will lay the wreath on the ignorance on one fine day. War should've been given a miss, But life, life is a promise.
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Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 11:27 PM UTC
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