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some nights little ballerina
on the battlefield we march,
smoke arising all around
but we muster on
not caring if death breathes upon us
for we know
on the other side is where we win
there will be no surrender
today nor any other day
our flag may be white
but it is our canvas that's colour'd
and made of dreams
draped in blood and matrimony
of hearts
of those we love
and moments we keep
tightly tucked inside
our little boxes
some nights we turn the key
and listen to the music
as the ballerina dances before us
we know the story and we smile
smoke arising all around
but we muster on
not caring if death breathes upon us
for we know
on the other side is where we win
there will be no surrender
today nor any other day
our flag may be white
but it is our canvas that's colour'd
and made of dreams
draped in blood and matrimony
of hearts
of those we love
and moments we keep
tightly tucked inside
our little boxes
some nights we turn the key
and listen to the music
as the ballerina dances before us
we know the story and we smile
Published 28th Oct 2020
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