these were comrads whom I had; there are no better.
they remain in my mind, and the enemy will never be forgiven. the "enemy" was their mistake in playing. let them play again, in some other way, and let them be happy.
I am nothing special,
of this I am sure.
I am a common man with common thoughts and I've led a common life.
There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten.
But I've loved another with all my heart and soul;
and to me,
this has always been enough...
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