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She was air-born,

Flying above the stars,

With her hair trailing out,

Her tears bleed over wars.

She saw them cut and slash and maim.

She saw them trade insults from inside cars.

She saw them rejoice in pain,

Set in their ways harsh.

She wept for them,

She cried over their blood wars,

Yet alone she could do but nothing.

As they brought together the end of all hours.

 

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