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Dark clouds are hunting helicopters
Defeated bodies lie down, only a child's trying to hide. I hear neverending sounds of bullets Screams and shouts can't stop the mire falling; Dust, and mud, and deadly gas make my blood dirty and condemned. It's only the child's hand near me but I fall. Now the ground hurts entire me. Pieces of stone, my mouth is full of pain: Defeated body, no control... The running is in vain.
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