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Cycle of Conflict

Whenever we meet face to face,

There's weapons in our hands.

Always the subject of our meeting,

Ownership of western lands.

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Must we dwell on differences,

Can from conflict we refrain?

Can't we find some similarities,

Some things that are the same?

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Perhaps there can be harmony,

But now on plains we fight.

Both under the light of sun,

And the gaze of night.