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The silent cry
Of small children
In foggy night
They scream and fight
With fallen moon
With little spoon
They rip his eyes
And make him crush
And his cries are
Waves of the ocean
And rainbow above

The birds and deers
And a dove
Spit their fears
At them and smile

And children vanish
In cries of bats
And the rats
Cannot eat them
Small arms bleed
Coloring the ground
With the dreadful sound

The scream it flows
Around the hills
And none of the children
Thinks or feels
And there is no one
To heal
Or seal into words
What's left of
Their small worlds