F.G. Lorca

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In the dawn of the battle
the army was dead.
No one has stopped. No one has stopped.
The trenches were empty of human, of blood
In the middle of the dawn of the fight.
Over the hill
the others have gone
No trace of depart, not even around
I was ashamed
at the rise of the day of the fight
no one to fight, not allure of stop
what reason to wait for the dawn of the fight.

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