| MOTHERS OF THE DISAPPEARED
Midnight, our sons and daughters
Were cut down and taken from us. Hear their heartbeat We hear their heartbeat. In the wind we hear their laughter
In the rain we see their tears. Hear their heartbeat, we hear their heartbeat. Night hangs like a prisoner
Stretched over black and blue. Hear their heartbeats We hear their heartbeats. In the trees our sons stand naked
Through the walls our daughter cry See their tears in the rainfall. U2
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