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Over Here

Over here,
reeks on our clothes.

Over here,
slowly slips away.

Over here,
rattle our souls.

Over here,
can't find its way.

Over here
there is no glory.
Over here
there is no praise.
Death is not an honor,
when you hope to live
another day.

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