Peace is not a white dove
With a flimsy olive branch.
Where have you seen the peace
Gained so glaringly easily?
Peace is a hard-core old crow,
With a foil decaying stench.
Ultimately refusing to cease
The fight for harmony’s regency.
Peace is not a white dove
With a flimsy olive branch.
Where have you seen the peace
Gained so glaringly easily?
Peace is a hard-core old crow,
With a foil decaying stench.
Ultimately refusing to cease
The fight for harmony’s regency.
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