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No-Man's Land

The war rages on
Day after day
Between my body and my will.
I am stranded in the
No-man's Land.
This bleak and deserted landscape
Is my only home.

On days when music echoes through my veins
The two sides join again in me
And I am at peace.

But sooner or later
The war continues
And I am always caught
In the crossfire.




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