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The Blue and Yellow
We wait for the day that peace comes,
hope lingers in the hearts of many.
We wait for everyone to have homes,
and for the rights of the zany.
While bombs destroy homes and lives,
We watch from afar.
Killed and hurt,
We read in our car.
The memories of our friends
Come flooding back.
Hearts broken, lives broken,
They can never mend
But against all the odds
Freedom and bravery nods.
We get out from behind the windowpane,
To preserve the blue and yellow.
We help our fellows on this day,
Something we could have done for more.
So we keep the hope,
That one day the children may play,
That one day peace will come.
In the blue and yellow,
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