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The Wounded
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Child
Child
As I see you here a sleep, Arms wide open your eyes a little weird. And a shivering on the rhythm, Of the deeds of a very old man. I want to heal this life in which you have been, To wash away the things you should not have seen. To shoot the bastards in your head. As I forgot that you are already dead.
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