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Whispers of the wind
As the clouds unwind
Stories almost magically mythical
Of part of a beautiful continent
Where cocks don't crow,
Birds don't chirp.
But rather,
Machine guns rattle
Humans scream
Rivers flow, not with water
But blood
Floating of corpse
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