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The eyes of night march slowly by
The last grain falls
The kneeling man just sighs
Protected by the one great wall
Of colored parts
He probes his clouded mind
If he takes a look around him
Is there nothing left to see?
Is there nothing left at all?
After the day
With trembling hands
He wipes his eyes
He tries to stand
But does not feel the need
The morning sun shines on
The multicolored cross
Left standing through it all
If he takes a look around him
Is there nothing left to see?
Is there nothing left at all?
After the day
If he takes a look around him
Is there nothing left to see?
Is there nothing left at all?
After the day
HATA BİLDİR
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