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Singing softly in the darkness.
There's blood stains on the pavement.
The rain can't wash this away.
This life has no meaning anymore.
Our lives have been stained.
Our souls have been tarnished.
We've been left for dead.
They watch us slowly fade away.
They laugh as we take our last breath.
They leave us there, bleeding in the streets.
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