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The First Night


The first night of the war 
He watched the inflection of the moments
Reality was painful and strange to feel
Mirrors were calling queens and princesses -

The second night of the war
He searched his body – a treasure to spoil
He followed on a war based on strength
That was to bring his social success –

You know rhythms occupied my world of spirit
And my garden was full of flowers this summer
But there’s a storm of bleeding wounds and sorrow
In golden dawn and in the night that freezes –
All Alone

The third night of the war
There were bodies left to mercy
Memories of childhood deeply exposed
Fear and danger still working on – 

The fourth night of the war
He used his knife as the flag was burning
There was talking between fire and machines
The bombs that followed killed the legend –

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