I see sadness in their eyes
as they offer flowers and
lit candles in lonely street
that feeling of oneness rise
from fallen and those hurting
what should be done; I wonder
there are roads to be close
words to settle beyond wit
it just went so far for greed
and we suffered so much; pity
now it won't end; it must flow
like river after the raindrops
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