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He walks through fields of grass,
Tall, with a steady step,
As the sun shines above,
He is calm and handsome
In his war uniform,
I find it difficult
To keep my gaze away,
Most of all when sometimes
He turns to look at me
With honey colored orbs,
It seems he is looking
Into my soul of souls…
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great poem
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