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Commanders, captains, soldiers, guards, Generals, lieutenants, chiefs of staff, With gloves. Sometimes I sit down and think, What all this fight is for. Uniforms and masks, Masked thoughts and words, Over the edge of the highly polished sword, Musketeers, thieves, cooks, beggars, badgers, beasts, All need to eat, A place rest and sleep, Blinded by the night or the absence of light. But it must be more, I am certain not all want war, So what is it? Please let me know, All that want peace, bliss, delight, kiss, And so much more, Please let me know, What is it for? Find peace, Please. |
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