We traverse the slain spring in hushed strides
Past shattered dwellings and the aged in grays
Through verdant earth and charred blades of grass
Amidst the fallen flesh and grandest of frays
We walk past shards of hope and glass
Through famine years and frigid snow's embrace
In silence we walk across the murdered spring
O'er crucified dreams and memories' efface
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