Oh, war - the victory got bolder,
The Death was combing her red hair...
And as the day was getting older
The night was crawling, cool and fair.
Oh war - too many had then fallen,
I was among those who still stood...
The night was coming, clear and solemn,
The day was leaving us for good...
Oh War
© Copyright: Celena Costello, 2002
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