He wrote of children,
running through fields of yellow flowers.
He wrote of liturgies,
and prayers through the hours.
He wrote of music,
of heavenly sounds.
He wrote continuous,
as the bombs fell around.
running through fields of yellow flowers.
He wrote of liturgies,
and prayers through the hours.
He wrote of music,
of heavenly sounds.
He wrote continuous,
as the bombs fell around.
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