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Two Warriors Our warriors walk a path. Looking over their shoulders. One five weeks older. One remembers two brothers and a sister. The other warrior has family. But is like the first, he loves most deeply. Two warriors, together, The tears of parents and family, left behind. Written in loving memory
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