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I see in my eyes he is tall,
my brother Ajou Ajou

but I couldn’t believe what I heard,




I heard that he was standing

thinking
The war is over
thinking
I can go home
thinking
I am happy

Now the war is over,
five years later
it is over.





The soldiers took advantage of Ajou,
they told him peace had come,
they fooled him.

Still there I can see him,
see him smiling
as roses blossom on his chest.





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