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Off the road, away from the town In one corner of a field A young woman stands. Her shoulders rounded Her back already bent, She cries silently. With her left arm under her flat chest She holds the fingers of the other hand Against her lowered head: An unpretentious gesture Of quiet despair. Her sight is fixed on the ground: A common grave on a hill Now nothing but a simple field The place where the earth took those Abandoned by life. |
