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airplanes float as
whispered words
burning by
fire
like a dry reed
the moon falls
from
heaven
in the dead
of night
rivers turn
as curses
moving in the
wind
boys and girls
writhe
on the ground
in
the story of
bloodshed
and
sacrifice
a living
flame
in the
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