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For all the things I saw but felt no ache, let me cry.
For all the days I fought and was wounded but felt no pain, let me cry.
For all the days I spent without my loved ones, let me cry.

For all the buildings that were burned which I had no time to mourn.
For the heart that was torn from its body.
For the darkness that raped him in the night.
For the innocence that was lost.
For the daylight that was removed from our sky.

The heart is pierced but finds no words. Let it cry.