The free wind tore pectoral crosses,
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Icons and canvases were burned into smoke and ashes...
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Like a crow flew in from all over,
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They pecked the nightingales, and sang about their own,
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But not songs ... Everyone was shouting out of place,
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What will have to, had to checkmate more often
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Mixed with the sound of broken glass,
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With the dull sound of an ax, yes, a cruel "Hurrah"
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Tears in showers and rivers ...
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Thunderstorms ignited fires ...
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Ashes sprinkled on their heads,
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Breast with lead and tin ...
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Breast with lead and tin ...
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Breast with lead and tin ...
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Breast with lead and tin ...
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The earth mother gave up the spirit with a cry
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Yes, God's hearing was dulled from a groan
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Brother against brother, blood for blood, son for father -
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Red-hot hearts and helplessness of the creator….
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Tears in showers and rivers ...
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Thunderstorms ignited fires ...
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Ashes sprinkled on their heads,
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Breast with lead and tin ...
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Breast with lead and tin ...
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Breast with lead and tin ...
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Breast with lead and tin ... |