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The inside of fruits becomes empty of blood |
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when the noise tears the night. |
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The blast of bombs animates the sacrificed bodies |
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with little fragments of pain. |
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Who will give you back her smile ? |
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Who will give you back her light ? |
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Who will give you back the lost time ? |
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Who will give you back the salt of the earth ? |
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You have forgotten the way of the shadow and the rose of winds is withered. |
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You have forgotten the held out hand and the wire of the pendulum. |
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You have lost your dreams and forgotten the brightness of the sun, |
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You have lost your story and forgotten the colour of the earth. |
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[ I forgot the way of the shadow and the rose of winds, |
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I forgot the held out hand and the wire of pendulum, |
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But I will never forget, the regard of my dog.] |