Duncan Dhu
Miscellaneous
Revolution
A kiss on the face,
He left for battle,
Fighting for the land
His love for her.
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He won't come back tomorrow
Working at night
Buries illusions.
And in the field it smells of blood
Bodies lie with their sabers
She cries in the kitchen
And like her, many others.
He knows that he will not return
He knows that he will not suffer.

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