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Shafts of pure light piercing the early morning mist.
The light blossoming amidst the foliage -
I glance at the young solidiers left and right, out on the battlefield thier doom Awaits the comes we charge shouting at the top of our lungs
Instantly many of my friends are cut downby Tuhar 13 lines, on Feb 26 11:40 AM. In meaningful -
The swooping owl in the dark sky,
Daylight slowly fading. -
A skinny hunchbacked man framed by the morning sun
Gaunt and despairing frozen to the bone in snow -
Dark forest Lost spirits wander there
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Hope a glorious beacon of light
Indestructable and more powerful than time itself
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