Drums of war
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The drums of war beat out in the distance,
As I lie in the dark in my bed.
A cold hand of dread clutches at my heart,
And I dream of comforting arms,
Drawing me in to a safe embrace.
Yet here I lie,
Still,
Shivering alone in the darkness,
As the world cries out in her pain.
Yet again.
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