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soldiers, brave and stalwart, marching into battle, but it was too distant to | soldiers, brave and stalwart, marching into battle, but it was too distant to | ||
even be real. | even be real. | ||
One day, while playing with my doll, a large, armored Atavian soldier | One day, while playing with my doll, a large, armored Atavian soldier | ||
wearing Mhaldorian livery came to my door, demanding me to get the men of my | wearing Mhaldorian livery came to my door, demanding me to get the men of my | ||
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day vividly, even now, years later, I still have the scars from the fall, but I | day vividly, even now, years later, I still have the scars from the fall, but I | ||
do not speak of them. | do not speak of them. | ||
Red was the soil where my brother fell. Red are my eyes when I | Red was the soil where my brother fell. Red are my eyes when I | ||
remember that day. Red are the flowers I plant at his grave. | remember that day. Red are the flowers I plant at his grave. |
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