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The drums of war do beat with heavy sound
As armies clash, and innocence is drowned
The cries of the fallen, the wails of the blind
Echo through the valleys, left behind
The scent of smoke and fire fills the air
As cities burn, and hope is rare
A grave for the future, a monument to the past
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