And the ones who would not make war? Can they stop it?
And you treat me wonderfully and keep all your promises.
The road to Hell is paved with unbought stuffed dogs.
Perhaps wars weren't won anymore. Maybe they went on forever. Maybe it was another Hundred Years' War.
But in the meantime all the life you have or ever will have is today, tonight, tomorrow, today, tonight, tomorrow, over and over again (I hope).
When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest.