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A dove sits in a brass cage… Its feathers stained red It does not see its uniqueness… For it cannot see As its eyes are made of glass The last thing it saw… Was the man who blinded it Why he did it, no one knows Some say it was crazy… Others say he spared it suffering He loved the dove… Like a child He didn't want a being of peace… To see the horror of war His family had all been taken away And the Gestapo were closing in The city was going down in flames… He had given up hope They weren't going to take him alive… He held the cold, unforgiving steel in his hand As a final act…