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Under the pallid rays of the setting sun The trigger is pulled by the felons With no trace of shame on their faces for what they have done But a trace of shame could be seen On the red pipe of the machine gun Then a ****** fog covers the field so that of the reed bed could be seen, no sign and on the other side, there are bodies covered in blood, on top of each other, piled on
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Feb 4
Feb 4, 2026 at 4:46 AM UTC
Reed bed
Under the pallid rays of the setting sun The trigger is pulled by the felons With no trace of shame on their faces for what they have done But a trace of shame could be seen On the red pipe of the machine gun Then a ****** fog covers the field so that of the reed bed could be seen, no sign and on the other side, there are bodies covered in blood, on top of each other, piled on
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Feb 4
Feb 4, 2026 at 4:46 AM UTC
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