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                                   Sandals                     over the rubble
footsteps
                                                     Thru the bombed out buildings

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Tears
Faces of beauty

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Tears

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Father and the mother

Mother and the child

Searching for each other

But they all are dead

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We are

Makers of corpses

We are

Corpses in the making

Smiling corpse faces

Tell you our stories

Tell you corpses what you should feel

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We shall cry

Tears

But not with beautiful faces

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Tears

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                                        ­ Sandals                          over the rubble
footsteps
                                                 Thru the bombed out buildings

••

Tears

Faces of beauty

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Tears