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An interlude of spawned achieve
I felt some cursory, like a thief
had stolen my domain, my chief -
while watching rivers flow, bereaved!
Not war - not other answers brief
not ideology's retrieve,
and for some languoring, I did receive
that love as innocent life's conceive.
How solemn that all time believes ...
while man takes armor, as his leave!
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