The bullets of war!
13 days underground hiding;
But, many were shot dead.
May, many!
Of the war in Syria;
Seal, sale!
But, many still have nothing to eat.
Life!
If you die, i will bury you in peace;
Beacause, the bullet sof war are chasing you from every direction,
In the land land called Syria.
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