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The policeman stands, look unchanging.
He strikes as stern, will unwavering.
But to me, he looks as though he'll cry.
I know that I will cry.
I say a final goodbye, but I can't quit.
That can't be my final goodbye.
Why do you have to go?
It doesn't make any sense for you to leave.
You just came back, I missed you so much.
Now you'll leave again?
Surely there's nothing that's worth this pain!
We can fight an army to stay together.
We can fight any foe to stay close.
So why do you tell me you have to go?
No force on earth could make you.
Why do you tell me you have to go?
It's something I'll never understand.
Please don't go...
Dad.
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Maybe the answer is in the very light reflected off our blades. Maybe that's what it means to be this creature known as samurai.
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