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World

With vanish dreams
In front of the insentient lights,
Hands full of anguish,

Tired steps.
Despite candles and torches,
Ground full of frigid views
Vulnerable days are screaming,
Without distinguished realities
We pray
we cry
we remember the memories
But, the world goes on its own way!

 

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