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Wind in my face

Sun on my back

Blue sky is ready

For a harsh attack

The bombs fall like rain

Squealing loudly

I fell no pain

Though one has fallen on me

The town I love in ruins

The people I love dead

It all began with the bombs

That dropped from overhead

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From,

Meg!

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