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Children dance, skeletons fall
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
We all fall down;
Feelings crash against the rocks

Rockets red blare,
Bombs bursting in air:
Lives on the line
Loves left at home

Cover falls, wounds bleed
Eyes show the pain as clear
As what was left behind
In a place a world away and a lifetime ago.

April 23, 1996

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