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Alafiya Manasawala

Tragedy

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Alafiya Manasawala

Tragedy

The Soldier

The Soldier

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The battlefield was full of with blood

Hatred was spreading like a flood

Everybody had an artificial heart

Now it's time for us to depart


I have seen people killing each other

No love for any brother

Come now come now let's unite

And bring upon the end of the dark night


The battlefield is filled with mud

Love is blossoming in the flood

People grow a real heart

Love is winning and life is about to start.


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