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title: brave little sternums
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> we would<br>but we will not<br>because we cannot do that
> after that we would<br>we would not rest until we had<br>but our enemies are<br>so we cannot do that either
> above all, we would also<br>in our thousands we would also<br>believe us, <i lang="ku-kmr">heval</i><br>at any cost we would also
> but your body is not<br>we cannot even do that
> you said: if you love your own<br>enough to fight for and die for<br>(and you must love your own<br>enough to fight for and to die for)<br>you have to love the far from<br>enough to fight and to die for
> your saying weighs upon<br>every day it weighs upon<br>we cannot enough<br>we cannot enough
> we can only this and that<br>in little towns here and there<br>which hug the border though it burns<br>which you fought for and died for<br>and made chai for and were for<br>we can only house by house<br>woman by woman we can
> until we die for<br>until we cannot<br>until we die for<br>or<br>until
>> Matt Broomfield, "for Anna Campbell (Helin Qerechox)" (pp 108--9)
