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Beneath falling tears the
forgotten names rest
carved into a deep marble grey,

Encased in the waving trees
memories drift, in pieces,
through disparate hearts and voices,

Flowering redness cuts the hands
grasping the dying symbols,
Placed at the feet of mothers

by fathers and sons bled dry,
Haunted by the burning black.

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