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A silence whistles through the trees
Sorrow soaking between the cracks
A dying word floats on the breeze
A man says "help me if you please"
With women dying on the tracks
A silence whistles through the trees
Why offer help if you only tease
Children living in home-made shacks
A dying word floats on the breeze
Proud men dropping to their knees
What can restore the strength he lacks?
A silence whistles through the trees
Women's hair at perfect tease
Men dressed in greys and browns and blacks
A dying word floats on the breeze
Generosity is in a freeze
Death is passed by lifeless hacks
A silence whistles through the trees
A dying word floats on the breeze
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