Smiling, innocent faces
In the world's tough races
Fade away very soon
Like an inflated balloon
Cobbled with ugly stones
Paved with sharp thorns
All paths are heartless
Full of bitter, brutal clash
The harsh wailing tones
Pierce through the bones
Like the rain of spark
In the disastrous dark
The sky of dump sorrows
Full of brutal morrows
Become venomous serpents
In the nights dark tents
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