While the sky comes down
the guise of the sun
And instills the moon light
in the face of water
Everyone get ready for departure
Left their homes and left
left the flower without water
on The windows of rooms
Dew covers the streets columns
Paced and buried
in the cracks of sidewalks
Not only sound louder than silence
The echo of barking stray dogs
No faces hugging mirrors
Leaving children thire swing
and Laughter among the trees
And clouds left fields
Without light without rain
Mandate the bodies are buried
Under the dirt Awake
It's time to leave
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