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The Soldier's Poem

In the wispy cigarette smoke clouds
Talking about this and that
I wait, not knowing for what

The years wash down my face
Etch out crease after crease
My eyes grow dim, my legs lose pace
Time listens to no man's pleas

I live, I have lived
Not having found for what
All my dreams crumbled,
Like a paper hut.

Copyleft notice: Copyright (C) 1999-2005 Mustafa Ünlü. This information is free; you can redistribute it and/or modify it under the terms of the GNU General Public License as published by the Free Software Foundation; either version 2 of the License, or (at your option) any later version.

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