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It matters not what people say,
They will criticize then go away,
I don't care, for my life's my own,
And I live it gladly all alone.
'Tis all we have; us old bards,
Just words that time with life retards.
Sweet wives if luck has gone our way,
Who know where all the Devils play.
I'll live my time and then I'll die,
There is no point in asking why.
I've played the cards that I was dealt;
Seen suns rise and deep snow melt,
It is all so relevant as is the war,
For none know what they're fighting for.
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