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I hear the sound of distant thunder, echo all around,
I see the tragedy of young ones lying on the ground,
I see the fathers' sons and daughters, I hear the mothers crying,
Nothing left for me to do, but, whisper a prayer for the dying.
Oh, a prayer for.
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