P.S.
Normally a piece of a kind
Something distant and hard to find
Smaller and darker but with a hint
Anger and pity and a reddish tint
Milestones of hurt and murder
Can take us somewhere, can take us further
War is what we call our friend
Until we destroy one another in the end
Don't forget what you've read
Don't leave us, don't lose your head
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