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Sometimes, I still think of him,
That man, standing in the middle of the square,
Waiting for the tank to come.
I wonder
What was going through his mind
(His heart)
As he watched it,
Knowing what was coming
And not knowing all the same.
I wonder
How many of us would have had his courage,
To stand for his beliefs;
To stand for his countrymen;
For himself.
I wonder
If I would have had the strength
To stand
And wait
For the tank.

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