Nam
We passed the fields where rice once grew but it’s all dead, without a chance to feed or flourish. We all knew that blood and gore would not enhance
a precious crop. The grass divides each paddy from encroaching trees that border them; death also hides to be somebody else’s geas.
With generals, the row of stars will keep them safe. Wild nights should bring them peaceful dreams where nothing mars those distant strains of triumph’s ring
and sweetest in their dreams would be to war until eternity.
9 snippets used in order of appearance: we passed the fields, without a chance, the grass divides, to be somebody, the row of stars, wild nights should, distant strains of triumph, and sweetest in, until eternity
Sorry Emily!
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