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That winter night
Truth came to light,

So little then they knew.

They’ve bet their lives
And paid the price,

No waiver for the due.

And ever since
The nightmare dreams

Became a sad recurrence.

Those nightmare dreams
With bloody scenes —

Continuous disturbance.

The stakes were high,
The win came by

With final proper claim.

That image thing,
Almighty king

Stood up on feet of clay.

Faithbraking stroke,
Machine gun’s smoke.

Dispelled all the belives.

They’d rather die,
But fly so high.

Than live on their knees.

What cherished they
All went astray,

The fear and the pain.

That winter night,
The tracers light,

The place was not the same.

They did what praised,
The banner raised.

Awaited freedom banner.

What was then gained,
Was not in vain.

Commitment was examined.

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She’s taught to have a social talk,
She’s taught a lot from scratch.
A lot of what she has to walk
Along with, has no match.
She’s taught to always shine and smile,
Ignoring grief or pain.
And all the time she comes with style,
No matter snow or rain.
No matter what a twist will take
Her life, and what a blow.
She’s not afraid to put at stake
It all, and even more.
She’s not afraid to risk it all
No matter what a strike.
An evening gown and overalls,
Suit perfectly alike.
She’s taught to have a social talk,
She’s taught a lot from scratch.
A lot of what she has to walk
Along with, has no match.

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She is a true researcher,
Her methods and her tools.
She even does the paint job,
Of table and the stool.
She is a true explorer,
And when it comes to her,
She isn’t even bothered.
So much she’s down-to-earth.
Whatever is the challenge,
She’s lending helping hand.
There’s nothing she can’t manage,
She’s always in demand.
She is a true researcher,
No time to catch a nap.
She even does the paint job
Of table in her lab.

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A simple twist of head,
Her chin is on her hand.
Her story leaves a tread,
Her hair’s silky strand!
An enigmatic smile,
Is casting deep and far.
Unprecedented style.
Shines like a shooting star.
She’s always up to it,
Whatever’s on her mind.
A perfect conduit.
One of a special kind.
So rare to come by
Is everything she does.
She’s able to combine.
Simplicity with class.

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They always fight for starting place,

For it will gain the battle.

The only way to win the race

Is ride without a saddle.

All noble men that know a thing

And do it best indeed.

Are all descendents of the king,

Have grown with their steed.

Have learned it all from early days,

Along with style and manners.

On duty or on holidays,

It has become a banner.

No matter coat is white or black,

No matter what the markings.

They start to ride it bareback

And skill improves with practice.

They always fight for starting place,

And always try to make it.

The only way to win the race

Is learn to ride it naked.

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