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Tonight when the armour goes down,

There are bruises of war,

Not just on it,

But under it,

Like marks of rivers,

Flowing through the eyes,

So much that they have different paths,

And nothing to stop them.

Not the bravery,

Not the words that echo in the heart,

To keep going until the war ends,

To fight like a fighter,

To be your own hero.

For the cuts are too deep today,

When the armour goes down.

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