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fields of blood
o´gracefull sky
flesh in mud
the moon sets high

shooting gun
o´heartless man
dear not run!
you did it you can

Lights

Shine moonlight, bright.
Away, obey the night.

Light in darkness trapped…

Flame of morning burn.
Daylight, have we earned?
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