darkness cries and all the shadows will run through the
night. big flashes of light. crows fly from tree to tree,
to pick the berries that fell in front of their feet.
the berries were made of blood. from those who will
be never forgotten. bloody hearts from soldiers who have
battled the
fires of life. and when we died we left tears a lonely wife
the tree feeds from the tears of love…
for the memories that were cut down and
locked away…the memories will be deleted but not
realease me…

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