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By Akash Date: 2003 Apr 08 Comment on this Work [[2003.04.08.08.45.20163]] |
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Mothers mourn the dead of little ones, In the burning sea of human sin, Some hearts rock with the rhythm of life, Some swing happily like the wagging tail of a happy dog, Sweaty fingers pull triggers with the smoothness of oiled wheels, More blood and tears promise freedom at dawn, History just can't seem to get a good night's sleep. |