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Peace..
The Goddess! !
Fenced around
With prickles
Safely seated on her throne
She's in trance
The dove is
No more the
Peace messenger
Nor do they
Fence their land
With white flags
Those prickles
You touch them
To find
your hurt conscience
Cleared the prickles
There you vision
Peace the Goddess
Bu şiiri puanla
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