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Dead child
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Without wanting, day by day,
We destroy our childish soul.
What we do and what we say
Are so different and so dull .
Time is riding on wind’s wings
And the wind is flying fast,
The alarm of soul’s bell rings
Telling not to lose the past.
But we’re deaf , the child screams
He’s in pain, his death is near,
Calls for mercy , no one hears
How from darkness falls a tear.
Silence slowly cracks the shade
Child’s voice is now so quiet
Joy and laughters soon will fade,
Grown-up\'s life is really silent….
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- Andrada Ianosi
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- 1 min
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