My War
my war
are prest in books
i don''t know
the horror
of the piciors the pain and the dead
my war
two min silents every jear
i don''t know it
but i know the past and respect
the pain of sorrow and lost
so i remain silent
two min every jear
to respect those who are dead
of mij peache
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