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I was, am, and will
watching the tearful eyes of those who’ve lost love,
watching you as you mourn the hair you cut,
walking the path of a dying soldier,
while you still look up to the sky dreaming of better days,
I can hear all the glory I have prayed for,
and I can remember all the nightmares of the night,
where I was hold by my heart,
and the poetry that escaped my touch,
I still remember,
I am pieces of me.
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watching you as you mourn the hair you cut,
walking the path of a dying soldier,
while you still look up to the sky dreaming of better days,
I can hear all the glory I have prayed for,
and I can remember all the nightmares of the night,
where I was hold by my heart,
and the poetry that escaped my touch,
I still remember,
I am pieces of me.
© All Rights Reserved
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