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Sky clear, sky dark
cover the hearth,
as we love
reproduce, nurture, laugh, cry...
We walk
unaware of the labyrinth,
murmurs, conflicts
power struggles boiling
in the soul of man,
Until the blood
of those we nurtured
becomes a river,
uncontrollable,
running to nowhere...
Day after day
we walk
under the same skies
clear and dark...
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