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The outcry is stuck in my throat
But the time has come and you cry or you don't
But then somebody won't forget the warriors
Who were cleansing their swords on the grass

And the raven's black tribe clapping g their wings
And the sky was laughing and then bit its tongue
And the hands of the one who survived were trembling
And the moment suddenly became the eternity

The sunset burnt like a funeral fire
And stars were gazing like wolves frome clouds
At those who passed into the night and were lying with their arms abreast
And at those who survived and were sleeping dreamless

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