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The clap of thunder, that was not thunder,
Still rings within my ears,
And memories of their vacant stares, have followed me for years.
I heard their voices over again, I felt their sickening pain.
As the friends of mine and yours and more,
Lay dying in the rain.
Who made the choices? Who drew the names?
Why them and why not me?
And it's haunted me day to day since then,
For reasons I could not see.
Don't turn away. Don't hang your head.
Don't leave us now they call.
Instead come close and talk awhile.
We're always at "The Wall."
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