These rivers are rain from a summer gone by
dragging the rubbles to sea
they're pointing their guns towards a northern sky
still none of them call themselves free
dragging the rubbles to sea
they're pointing their guns towards a northern sky
still none of them call themselves free
(Pål Moddi Knutsen)
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