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It's in the eyes of the children as they leave for the very first time. And also in the eyes of the soldier as he takes bullets on the front line. It's in the face of the mother as she takes the force of the blow. Also in the hands of the father as he works his fingers to the bone. It's in the soul of the city, what it does after it crumples and burns. And it's in the blood of a hero, who goes where he may not return.
