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has been spilt
on the ground,
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innocent,
blameless
civilians.
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on cities
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to the ground
where we are,
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to the dirt
where we’re buried.
T
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w
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p
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all the blood
that they’ve spilt.
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,
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m
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that first blood
of ours,
will mean no more wounds,
the beginnings of peace.
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