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Dead bodies, like grapes hanging to the ground;
a red sun orphaning a son from a far.
Cigarettes, but the smoker is nowhere to be found;
his once proud statue splintered to the ground.
To the ground, from the sky to a distant star;
dead bodies, decomposing in the pale moonlight.
Marching eternal roads, away from the war;
dead, forgotten, sent back [...]

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