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I thought I came from love,

But I came from sin.

My mother the prostitute,

My father the destitute.

Now I have to run away from this lie.

I have to run away from what I was.

No employment of god will reverse these scars on my memory.

Tomorrow I will ship out to war.

While I fight the axis,

My two origins will be at war.

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