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There There,
Famine is dark
On an empty stomach
There there, we are
Listening to you
In the morning
We look around
But there is nothing
Under the burning sun
There there, we are
Thinking of you
We rush to aid
But lose both of you
Shot in the back
I sit here
And my eyes close
There there,
Can you hear us?
Saturday 26th July 2025 12:01 pm
Loved
Death is
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From the skies
L lies lifeless
O on
E V ery
Str E et
Death is
R
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P
P
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From the sky
Bodies mount up
1.500 here…
1.500 there…
L
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V
E
Lies in ruins…
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