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The place mostat rest,
  filled with memories
A peace shared,
  all the hard struggle
Falls away, with time
  it was a work
To get this far,
  this does not fade
It was a work worth
  walking, to escape
Hands of violence
  and unrest, to be
Home in the solitude
  of birds and mist
Never to forget
  the real hard struggle
Because peace does not
  come easy
It comes only when
  facing death