Song of those who leave
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The children have gone away,
the mothers have been left alone, plucking up their roots without a shared life. They have been swallowed up by the earth while the mother's womb has dried up. a light has gone out and they have a little music on their lips. rock your hands as if the children were still alive...
Walking at a brisk pace
so as not to hurt anyone. Walking without luggage following the smell of those who left. To walk knowing that we are passing through whistling until our lives are over
Running away on tiptoes
silently leaving no traces without uprooting a tree or harming anyone and no one knows we were here...
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