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11.Mothers of
the disappeared
Midnight, our
sons and
daughters
Were cut down
and taken from
us
Hear their
heartbeat
We hear their
heartbeat
In the wind we
hear their
laughter
In the rain we
see their tears
Hear their
heartbeat
We hear their
heartbeat
Night hangs like
a prisoner
Stretched over
black and blue
Hear their
heartbeat
We hear their
heartbeat
In the trees our
sons stand naked
Through the
walls our
daughters cry
See their tears
in the rainfall
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