Twelve

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I lay still about to

close my eyes for good

I am in the verge of

merging with my country's soil.


Oh dear friend

all I am hoping

 is for you to 

be on my backside.


If not for me

I at least want 

you to save

the nation's shame.


If this is

my last breath

tell my family 

not to cry.

I am a soldier 

born to die.


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