Midnight, our sons and daughters Were cut down and taken from us Hear their heartbeat... We hear their heartbeat In the wind We hear their laughter In the rain We see their tears Hear their heartbeat... We hear their heartbeat Night hangs like a prisoner Stretched over black and blue Hear their heartbeat... We hear their heartbeat In the trees Our sons stand naked Through the walls Our daughters cry See their tears in the rainfall
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