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Fatigue
Though honor to its dead we may be giving
I have grown tired of war... It is in every waking sight
I have grown tired of war...
I have grown tired of war... Let them lower all their weapons
I have grown tired of war...
I am sad and my heart is sore
I am so very tired of war...
After all is said and done... you see
Does war too…not tire of me...
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