Alone be not
Exist to Happiness
Exit to Sadness
Joy to grow
Seed germinate
Ground hot too
Wind fast and dry
Dusts not settle
A lone be not
Young you are
Suck not my breast
For dead I am
Wish, hope you grow
Strong to tell
The story of this disaster
Dead am gone
Son, suck not
The breast of dead
Dead is your mother
Father to find
You get, share sad
Live happy, dead sad
Peace to preach
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