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Like a grass lost in a forest
Where its kind is not found
It is lonely and fears a conquest
Less its specie fades
I ask that you refuse conquest against yourselves
How can you explain the hate that have grown
So deep in your midst
When love wipes a multitude of sin
How can you allow your children who are your future cry non stop
Hoping they never existed
Your enemy is happy they won
You cry because you lost
Cry instead that you may never exist in the face if these earth
If these persists
If peace were an abomination
Peace wouldn't have saved the world
Cry for peace
That peace be reborn
That he may grow old like the oldest man
And reproduce a peace generation.
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