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He held my hand, then held his gun,
Chose the war, and faced the sun.
I gave him love, he gave a fight—
Now I sleep cold, he sleeps in light.
I lost myself while loving you,
Forgot the things I used to do.
Now in the dark, I softly see—
I don’t miss you,
I just miss me.
I walk through fire, I stand through storm,
For love of land, my heart is warm.
If I’m no more, don’t say goodbye,
The flag will speak — I didn’t die.
You can’t defeat me, I stand so tall,
For my motherland, I give it all.
If I must die, don’t shed a tear,
The tricolor wrap will bring me near.
No greater honor, no deeper pride,
Than my flag around me when I’ve died.

— The End —