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Torn
Betwixed one, as to another
The fighting rages on, no good can come of this
Forming lines that as a boy,
I thought I'd never cross
Using up my nerve to say,
None will run for cover
Exhausted turning all around
Which way may be the right
As I bury deep inside
I salve away the scars
Indifferent as the summer moon
I slice off one more piece
As I cut more deeper still
I wonder whats inside
Confusion rattles to the core
The lonley cannon sounds
I stop for my lucidity
Then hear the other cry
I am at war with myself
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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart
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