24 My baby came back from the war In the morning, My baby came back from the war. He did not have a right arm. His right shoulder was sewn up with a scar. He embraced me with his left arm. At noon, From the war, my baby came back. He did not have a left arm. His left shoulder was sewn up with a scar. He stroked my hair with his right hand. In the evening, My baby came back from the war. He did not have both arms. He did not embrace me. He did not stroke my hair.







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