I see the sky
and see the moon
The people die
and Ill die soon.
Pathetic bodies on the ground
The bones are mixed with sand
And you can hear no sound,
Dead is the whole land.
Death in the end, death in the middle
A death in the start is always a riddle,
Death for the soul and death for the mind
The death is always waiting behind.
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