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Death

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You can feel the wind howling

You can see the wind blowing

You can understand the anguish

Of the mother when the Mórrigón flies

The blood flowing

Never stopping

Because we all are human

A king of a land once started a war

And it caused much crying

Because war leads to death, and death leads to dying

And the black butterfly is laughing all the while