When shall we speak again of peace? When shall we talk of days when blood no longer need be shed Of mornings with our children one at play in the yard one asleep in your arms Of afternoons of gold watching the sun lower itself in the distant waves Of evenings of cinnamon whispering to each other as the moon climbs toward the sky Of nights of s…
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