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Soft the spoken day
The broken city intrudes i
(The anger the despair )
Tomorrow
Talks so loudly thru the
Silences here
///
Child of plenty !
Beware
Beware and be kind
""
The crying song invades
)(
The angry city explodes
//
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Despair brings tragic images as we know for sure
The Lord called
I came
Here I am amid you now
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