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Have you held the hand of a dying child
while a chill November wind
blows through the maple trees?
Have you seen the face of a murdered man
lying in a plain casket
beside a waiting grave?
Have you listened to the sound of cannons
crashing into old churches
and apartment buildings?
Have you felt the sharp tip of a steel blade
being pressed into your flesh
by a soldier's fierce hands?
Is that why you sing of valor, of glory, of war?
