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Raga

See the rain dancing on the snow

It writes the names of all the people going

to their graves, walking one by one into the sun



A traffic jam in the middle of the day

Headlights are on - I wonder where they're going?

I stop to ask but no one wants to say

I want to know - I want to know



Nothing is fixed and the wind is sweeping

Sweeping up the bodies that litter the earth

See the rain dancing on the snow

It writes the names of all the children coming from their graves,

crawling one by one out from the sun

Raga /

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