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Then The Rain Came Down.

The second crossing was a failure

when we got hit with

bullet, shell and gas,

I became a passenger

when my legs were taken,

I lay in the blood and the mud

and cried and cursed along with the rest,

then the rain came down and

washed away our tears.

◄ Stillborn

Stroked ►

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