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War |
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Bullets flying through the air, We know that war is unfair. Soldiers’ wounds: gushing blood, Bodies falling to the mud. It’s hard to breathe your last breath, When you know it’s bringing death. I hope you know war’s not a game; Innocents have died: what a shame. |
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