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Blind children, they can't see the light
They were born in the night
Somewhere is death, there's home there full of joy
Brain is spurted out interrupted words, pricked eyes
Burned wings, burned hearts
Only smoke will write in heaven words
Blind
God is blind
God is blind
Live corpses, are shiver with cold
They're died of starvation
A suicide in the loop-somebody see all, but spit upon him
Killed baby-mother is screaming
And father's quietly standing
Soils on the coffin are writing the words
HATA BİLDİR
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