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You died so many years ago Simply because you were the enemy And it was either kill or be killed. I didn’t want to kill you. I didn’t want to die. So I pulled the trigger And I still ask myself, “ Why? Why did you have to die?” It was a sign of the times, A time when no one could win. If we had met each other now, I am certain we would have been friends. War. It is just a way of destroying ourselves. War. It is just a little bit of hell. Now I ask for your forgiveness, Now I ask for mine.
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