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I GIVE
One must surrender for war to end.
Though price may be the lover,
Peace may save the friend.
So flag waves low in morn’s burnt air.
With snuff of passion's fragile light,
Concession frames an opaque pair.
Forgive soul thus bound of angry chafe.
By mourned dreams of love’s loft,
Submission halts the mortal strafe.
Though price may be the lover,
Peace may save the friend.
So flag waves low in morn’s burnt air.
With snuff of passion's fragile light,
Concession frames an opaque pair.
Forgive soul thus bound of angry chafe.
By mourned dreams of love’s loft,
Submission halts the mortal strafe.
Published 3rd Apr 2013
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