And I often sigh I often wonder why I'm still here and I still cry And I often cry I often spill a tear Over those not here But still they are so near Please ease my burden And I still remember A memory and I weep In my broken sleep The scars they cut so deep Please ease my burden Please ease my pain Surely without war there would be no loss Hence no mourning, no grief, no pain, no misery No sleepless nights missing the dead... Oh, no more No more war
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