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The streets are red The wounds are deep The world is now unable to sleep Oh mother nature I ask why. Why today must so many die Souls unknown, life stolen Hearts broken, numbers increasing Paris in mourning Nations are talking. Crowds gathering Victims recalling Families worrying Graveyards filling Parisians anticipating. History unfolding Fear generating Armies planning Politian’s assembling Meetings are in progress. Cities are raging No ones believing Signs are occurring Wars are approaching The end is at hand. Humanity is fading Pockets are profiting No one’s noticing The world is in mourning Parisians are heartbroken.

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