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Soldiers line up spaced with pride. Two long rows lined side by side. One sole unit can decide, if the rows will unite or divide.
When I get closer my tail grows longer, but when I go away my tail leads the way.
Ripped from my mother's womb. Beaten and burned, I become a blood thirsty killer.
White bird, featherless, flying out of paradise. Flying over sea and land. Dying in my hand.
The sharp slim blade, that cuts the wind.
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