Paris

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Let us pray,

For those in need,

Who have suffered,

Relentlessly,


They didn't know,

What was coming,

That fateful night,

Of unbecoming,


As darkness came,

Machine guns blazed,

Victims fell,

From every race,


And so we bend,

Our knees today,

Clasp our hands,

And we must pray


Victims fallen,

Curtains drawn,

And so it  dawns,

The bloody light



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