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We stopped and left the car
The last thing I
Can recall a raging wave of light
Vaporized
All this life
And we ran into the field
Incapable to breath
Rest in peace it's all over now
It's the end of salvation
Memories in the photographs
Of the last generation
Of the last generation
I've seen this my dream
A petrified
Family
Pointing hands at me
Victims of
The tragedy
Dust replaced their souls
Hearts turned into souls
Minds turned into stone
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