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They came in through the night
With their swords and might
The air was filled with cries
Of both villains and allies
The boy lost his father
The girl lost her mother
Street covered in blood
No difference between blood and mud
Road littered with bodies
Killed by the noodies
Fire burning hotter than the sun
Used to end our daughter and son
The scream of a broken mother
Joined by another
Visible was the pain in the farmer eyes
As he was killed by an heart made of ice
Night of sorrow and despair
That will always be remembered with tears

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