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Tracing patterns with a finger
In the misty breaths we blow,
Watching wistful through the window
Softly falling swirling snow.
Seeing landmarks disappear
As it blankets all below,
Later, awed and half excited,
Gazing at the flickering sky,
Knowing buildings are still burning
Though the Air Raid鈥檚 well gone by.
Later still, those flattened landmarks
Make our mother want to cry.

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