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Wretched is the soil, with crimson deeply stained
By wrath of men and battles unrestrained
For countless years it drank of sweat and strife
Its scarlet hue unyielding clings to life
I sit aloft beneath the hill's broad crest
And seek a dove with olive branch at rest
Before me spreads the green of valleys wide
Where seas reflect the azure skies beside
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Yet lo, no crimson mars this peaceful ground
Though tales of war and blood therein abound
Is it my color blindness veiled by nature's hand
Or fleeting solace wrought by this fair land
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Accursed it be the color blindness that obscures the red
Damned be the hours that bury all once fled
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For though I see the hues of earth and sky
The blood persists, is there, yet will not die
Damn the colorblindness, cursed be mine eye
Damn the colorblindness, cursed be mine eye
Damn the colorblindness, cursed be mine eye
Damn the colorblindness, cursed be mine eye
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