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War

By Chris Winfield

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When war comes I shall sit down and sing About the ones we lost so long ago And the ones we are losing now When Peace comes As it surely will I will stand up and shout Of victory for the losers But they will never hear Their eyes are blinded too Only the winners are left. Written November 21st, 2001 © on Nov 21 2001 07:11 AM PST   0 • 1

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