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Two Friends - Two Lives Less
On this day when gentle one, you were born, amidst distant white stone hills where gypsies used to sing and dance, fetid cellular claws, tore his heart apart and life dripped away, as one son watched and the other walked in honeyed groves not knowing he had gone, on this day.
And in the foothills where I grew on this day when you were born,
as limestone quarries that she had fought began to belch their fumes, and the broken hills which she had greened with love caught the first Himalayan light, some heartless stranger cruel strangler snuffed out her life, just like that, on this day
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