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I do not wish my son to fight No matter who is wrong or right. I do not wish my son at war I did not think when he was born That every tiny pink nailed hand Would be sent to some poor mother's land, To hold a gun against her boy And steal from her our maternal joy. I do not wish my son to fight In any war. Who cares who's 'right'.
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Jan 4, 2023
Jan 4, 2023 at 10:22 AM UTC
I do not wish my son to fight in any war.
I do not wish my son to fight No matter who is wrong or right. I do not wish my son at war I did not think when he was born That every tiny pink nailed hand Would be sent to some poor mother's land, To hold a gun against her boy And steal from her our maternal joy. I do not wish my son to fight In any war. Who cares who's 'right'.
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Jan 4, 2023
Jan 4, 2023 at 10:22 AM UTC
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