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A war bigger

In 1918 my grandma was born before the end of the war

Four years before my grandpa was born at the start

And one hundred something years on, I care

Too much for two islands in my heart

I still swear that ten years back my life began

From across a wide ocean, I spoke in tongues

Like an intraverse of spoken land

A war bigger than the world

I continue into the unspoken one

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