Our lives have been taken
We are the people always in the papers
papers of war
papers of violence, torture...
I do not recognize my country
I fall a part as we are apart
We were killed by our hope and detached by our memories
After all After more
There is no more, no more
It is cloudy and I am raining today
Crisis, and we are no more today
Let us no hope for
We are hopeless today.
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