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A look, a glance...
the chill runs deep.
Al-Qaida man?
Our troubled sleep!
A glance, A stare...
Her child is bleeding.
Half just watch his
Mother's pleading.
A stare, a glint...
The hatred's deep!
Are we safe...does
fox have the sheep?
A glint, a storm...
their hands are red.
Mother just weeps,
her child is dead!
A storm, A scar...
Hight price to pay.
Our Father weeps
both night and day.
A scar so deep...
We're all maddened!
Uncle's at war with
Osama Bin Laden.
the chill runs deep.
Al-Qaida man?
Our troubled sleep!
A glance, A stare...
Her child is bleeding.
Half just watch his
Mother's pleading.
A stare, a glint...
The hatred's deep!
Are we safe...does
fox have the sheep?
A glint, a storm...
their hands are red.
Mother just weeps,
her child is dead!
A storm, A scar...
Hight price to pay.
Our Father weeps
both night and day.
A scar so deep...
We're all maddened!
Uncle's at war with
Osama Bin Laden.
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