One war ends; another begins;
both armies are sure they’re right;
that’s why they fight.

I knew a boy,
he used to make me laugh.
He used to play with his toy trucks
on the sidewalk,
under the elm tree.
Where has he gone?

One war ends; another begins;
both armies are sure they’re right;
that’s why they fight.

Sonny Rainshine

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