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Any possible nature of pity
Has never existed, in you
Now I am reflecting your shadow
So, the children today are dying
And in front of their bed
Comes that fever which goes up to sleep
They are going away
So naively taken away by a natural horror
And, amazed by it with no salvation
As they were invisible and idiotic animals
Too far from that heaven
To believe in its soulful land
Warn out like a few others
Trembling
Praying all this is not real
