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Tears stream down the face of the sun
The night calls upon the darkened dawn
The mood is solemn, the atmosphere is light
The days are coming, let the children hide

Upon these field, atrocities shall occur
Up in the trees and down in the streams'
Under the bushes, sorrow will hide
Ugly memories that are meant for the night

War is coming, war has come
Warring with our hearts, bothering our lives
Worry capsules are created in their midst
Where hell comes, heaven goes not

So the dark comes to take your place
Seeds of love, you will never see this day
Such a day when war is manifested
Singing songs of hope that have been tested



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