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War, by Woodbine Willy

There's a soul in the Eternal,
Standing stiff before the King.
There's a little English maiden
Sorrowing.
There's a proud and tearless woman,
Seeing pictures in the fire.
There's a broken battered body
On the wire.

[identity profile] hitchhiker.livejournal.com 2005-11-11 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)
beautiful. thanks for posting that.