I dream of the days where the nights where still and silent. You know the days where the only light you saw in the night was the light of the moon. And when the nights where the earth was so still you can barely feel a breeze from the wind. But those nights are gone and now we are left with loud and restless nights. We now have nights where police siren lights' gleam and gunfire screaming through the air. Now, in the morning on several streets young children bodies lie dead still and silent.
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