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6d
There was a moon shines in the noon
There was a sky full of a cry
There was a star shining in the sky
There was a land covered by blood  
Their voice do not echoes their cries
Silenced night  
Voices of thousands hands
They speak the language of God
Hmmmm what's wrong
The bottle between right and wrong
Saïda Boūzazy
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Saïda Boūzazy  28/F
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