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Peace

Tranquility of the mind that transcends stress
Antiquity of time that quietly descends
Through worth and high esteem it crossed
Till North and South stayed sewed, Planning its cross
We often take it for granted but make no mistake, it’s easily surmounted
As life remains it really pays
But with our wars, we all remain locked up in pains.

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