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    The sound lingers through my ears
    My eyes bring lost tears
    This sound is a beautifl noise
    The little ones drop their toys
    Rounding up his herds
    With his most powerful words
    The good must leave the earth
    The begining of a neverending birth
    They leave to go to their father
    The sound faints,me I begin to bother
    My family has gone
    Im standing as a lost fawn
    Scared and all alone
    My pain is shown,thoughts blown
    I close my eyes
    My heart dies,my mind cries
    I open my eyes,darkness flys
    WHY
    I hear a reassuring voice say
    Its your choice
    Will you help fight with me
    Or is it with your family you wish to be?
    I suck up my fright
    I will help you fight
    I break light in the night
    Dark days,scary maze,bright rays
    My family I will see again
    After a long win

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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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