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I fell upon a weakened soul
Amidst a war and not at home
I cleansed him gently and prayed
Heal this soul so tattered and frayed
The angels came and showered him
With wings of white life seemed so dim
Encompassed by the this selfless act
He rose again and that’s a fact
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