Disaster

Street children sweep,
sweep you off,
Since the morning of grief come and greet
It brought all that you have,
only the memories and tears left Self,
now you must Day-to-day stretch that is still a long
Avoiding reality
And sincerity is Looking for long struggle
Must be that you skip
As it is not digested
by the pitch you
about the second hundred of thousands
of lives go immediately,
but it is power,
Is owned by God
In order to remind us
As it is my hope to shake
Although quiet and your own life now
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