The crowd is silent
The crows are silent too
The funeral fire is down
Corpses are lying a few
The birds are silent
Inside their nests and listen
Intently to the muffled
Tones of suffering humans
The wind stops for
Hours long in regards
For those who died
Serving as vigilant guards
The rain will fall
To wash away all bad
Memories time has inflicted
Upon us to make us sad
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