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And
I Cry
Can’t think of a time
In my life
When I wasn’t
In love,
Can’t think of a time
When there wasn’t
A war,
When I think
About war
I see that young
Girl napalmed, naked,
Running, burning,
And I cry,
When I think
About love
I see you
Smiling, free, naked,
Caring, giving,
And I cry.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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