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A volcano has erupted
at fringes of the city,
Red hot death flowing
at a rapid speed.
From numerous rooftops
Eyes watching it,
Breaths nervous
Terror creeping in.
Time is moving fast
But Life gradually stopping,
Questions soar up in skies
O Faith! Is this the end?
An afraid silence is conquering
Night and Day but there comes,
A strong, very vibrant resistance
from a section of city roofs.
A tall, lean, dark girl,
Violin placed on her left shoulder
And right hand creating
hymns of life, echoing
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