Sing songs of joy
While the path of war
you follow
Think of me merrily
for you will die in
hollow.
Scars you dress like
badges
Made all of them in
summer
Is it fall that makes you stronger?
In winter blown will
remain your bridges.
Don’t expect to return
for it is your fate
To die for something not
to taste.
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