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Run, my small child
Through the bloody fields,
Weave around the dead bodies,
But never slow down.
Beware of the cannons and bullets,
Run until you can run no more.

Don’t cry my small child,
Let me die here
Slowly and painfully.
I do not worry about me,
You must not let your fate be like mine,
This is why I tell you:

Run, Run, Run.
Until your feet are red and burning,
Until you can no longer hear the cries,
Until the pain of it all slowly fades.

Be strong and be brave,
Grow up to be a leader,
Ever persistent in your missions.

Restore sanity among the nations,
Make me proud, my child,
But for now just run…

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