Now the war has wandered Far away from here, We in quietness petite To our evening Night now falls so gently, Darkness shrouds the sky, No more fires are blazing, Planes don't fly up high.
There hasn't been an alr-raid Since the fast full moon, By the rules of warfare We should have one soon.
Curfer's yet imposed Whanapeo att oaks gloomy fait @ hour to midnight Cabarets are closed.
So now all good children Barly 90 to b Fighting's done a mizzle "Peace" ix here instead.
Journalistic writers Spilling lots of ink, Settling alt our problems. Succeeding? We don't think!
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