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No more
Ikmar No more thinking for my mind No more dreaming for my heart No more pushing from behind No more tearing me apart. No more vainly dreaming sun No more dark-blue-colored nights No more wishing rain was gone No more wars and no more fights. No more waiting for the light No more hoping for the day No more turning black to white No more leaving too away. No more death and no more blood No more living a nightmare No more bodies lost in mud No more breathing toxic air No more living a mistake No more nothing left to say No more worshiping the snake No more skies too dark and gray. No more sunny-smile on a child’s face No more field flowers in May No more beauty, no more grace No more children left to pray. No more birds up in the sky No more thoughts behind the door No more white clouds passing by No more trying like before. No more pushing in the knifes No more glasses on the floor No more evil in our lives No more, God, not anymore! We don’t live to die…
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