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As the fires rage on in fury,
Elsewhere a flower blossoms,
And if tomorrow the sun rises,
Then the water will flow.
Will we remember the heroes,
Echoed in the achievements,
While we stood idle in peace?
I am no soldier,
But I fight my own battles,
Where no blood is shed,
For I have already bled.
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