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Winds of War | ||
| The winds of war are blowing hot Across the sands so white and dry. I hope the war will be forgot So bloodied sands won't make us cry. The stifling heat may take its toll Though guns may keep their muzzles mute. If so, the drums will start their roll And widows will be destitute. | ||
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