| Mothers Of The Disappeared |
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| Midnight, our sons and daughters |
| Were cut down and taken from us |
| Hear their heartbeat |
| We hear their heartbeat |
| In the wind we hear their laughter |
| In the rain we see their tears |
| Hear their heartbeat, we hear their heartbeat |
| Night hangs like a prisoner |
| Stretched over black and blue |
| Hear their heartbeats |
| We hear their heartbeats |
| In the trees our sons stand naked |
| Through the walls our daughter cry |
| See their tears in the rainfall |
