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Johnfrancis Mar 2020
Oh My fathers land,
On d northern parts and hills,
Our soldiers are killed!,
The bravest of our soldiers,
Fall asleep in death,
The bodies of our brave soldiers,
Lie in disgrace,
No longer polished with honor!.

Our dedicated young men,
Who gave their lives ,
For the peace of the land.
How wonderful and dear was their service,
Together, they stood in life,
Together they fled in death!,
All for our dear father land!..

Oh, woman!,
Mourn for them
For they  gave up their today,
To better your tomorrow.
Daughters of our land, lament!,
For you will see them no more!.
For they sleep for you to remine awake.

How wonderful was their love for us,
Better than the love of a mother for her child ,
Next to that of God.

Oh brave men of our land,
Remine asleep,
For you will fall on more!..
Rip. To our brave men.
Johnfrancis Mar 2020
With things gone too far,
Even to the stage of death.
Holding the solution in her hand,
Slowly dancing with the potion,
With tears running down her face
As she go through the motion.
It's a self sacrifice,
Hoping the gate of love will remine open
Ready to give her life for her love,
Ready to raise above her pains
Puting an end to all the pain ,
Is all she's hoping it's does.
All for her kind of love.!!.
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