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Laughman · 46-50, M
Night hangs like a prisoner
Stretched over black and blue
Hear their heartbeats
We hear their heartbeats
In the trees our sons stand naked
Through the walls our daughters cry
We see their tears in the rainfall
-Mothers of the disappeared
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Stretched over black and blue
Hear their heartbeats
We hear their heartbeats
In the trees our sons stand naked
Through the walls our daughters cry
We see their tears in the rainfall
-Mothers of the disappeared
U2