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ABERFAN
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Soft sighs the breese that sweeps across the fields n trees ofthe morning countryside.
It comes too stir the faded petalsof autum flowers.
Arranged by loveing hands these flowers were.
In one great cross they spread.
Beautiful soft, velvet, pale, sad faces lifted up toward the sky.
They ask the reason,"why?"
They guard the earth with gentle stregnth.
For far beneath this flowering heath,
Over a hundred tiny children sleep.
Who ask no more, the reason,"why?"
Yet high above this anguished vale.
The meloncoly sky,grim n pale
Whom listen to his voice from high.
He tells the angry world,
The reason, "why/"
"I turned" he said,
"To heed a cry, from far off vietnam and death crept in to Aberfan"....
Acacia28
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