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There is a war, Dad. Swords from the scabbard.
Your son was almost unlike themselves.
Eyes serious inward look:
Feel strong, I feel that I love.
I feel like my peace of God.
I wake up, get dressed, pray, go on the road.
His life were measured tread of war.
I hate betrayal of the entire unworthy.
Every word I try to feel its truth.
My soul - pure heaven. Sometimes, tears in his eyes ...
I say to you mentally.
I’m glad I saw Dad - all