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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

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Child of plenty !


Beware

Beware and be kind

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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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