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It was Hard
To Organize the Peace
When Everyone Raised their Arms
To Kill The Son
It was Hard
To be Transparent like Trees
With Feet and Hands Bound to Limbs
The Worst of Sin To Be
It was Hard
To Organize the Peace
When Everyone Raised their Arms
To Kill The Son
It was Hard
To be Transparent like Trees
With Feet and Hands Bound to Limbs
The Worst of Sin To Be