Go through the stiff dry grass The thorny leaves whisper accompanying your steps
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Go through the stiff dry grass The thorny leaves whisper accompanying your steps The sky is not blue, black and silent The boy is silent, bowing his head in shame But the wounds fill the world
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Go through the stiff dry grass The thorny leaves whisper accompanying your steps The sky is not blue, black and silent The boy is silent, bowing his head in shame But the wounds fill the world
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