in the country between us
the hungry and naked children
they turn into fireflies at nights
and the poet worries of the town
with no traffic signals
and the singer sings the best
when her lips are cracked
and they dont have the month July
but only rain and rain
to soak their painful bodies
in the fields of poppies
the hungry and naked children
they turn into fireflies at nights
and the poet worries of the town
with no traffic signals
and the singer sings the best
when her lips are cracked
and they dont have the month July
but only rain and rain
to soak their painful bodies
in the fields of poppies
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