Now we cry leaves in the wind
a shadow of ourselves.
So leave me in this field of
weeping, for all the bad
things.
Has all broken in this world?
Where are the silence ?
So leave me in this field of
disasters...
The horizon without light
is bitten by gunfires.
I have already told you to
leave me in this field
weeping.
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