Night it was normal,
Bright it was dawn,
There were group of friends,
They didn’t think of end,
All thought that this was a curse,
Some people died without nurse,
Priests said that they would pray,
People thought “what to say? ”
People ran as they saw a segugio,
Some closed their eyes in sorrow,
But all died
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