Which town did we move to?
Where the rainbows of the Alps are shining?
Which town is further away?
And how long is it?
Lands of fury,
of might and of love.
Cries are heard,
in the dusk and dawn.
Prayers for sons,
husbands and loves.
Craters of loses
stitched onto the edges
and lives with hems.
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Now,
The war is done
and the land is free.
But the minds are not,
They are a crying spree.
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