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Of the little girl
From a village far away.
There were a lot of nights
She was awakened by the thunder of cannonballs flying by.
She was scared, yet calm,
Followed her parents and hid in the bomb shelter that was built underground.
In that small, dark shelter
She could see everybody’s eyes full of worry and tiredness.
In the midst of gunfire
She could hear the silence between her two own heart beats.
I want to tell you a story
Of the little girl
On her way to school that day.
She found out that her teacher was taken away,
Her classmate died,
And her other classmate moved to another town,
Though she didn’t understand
She felt a sadness, and an empty feeling ran down her whole body
And shattered like broken glass.
The tables, the chairs, the trees looked very sad.
There would be no more class
And that little girl slowly walked back home.
Tuyết Vân - 1995
Of the little girl
On her way to school that day.
She found out that her teacher was taken away,
Her classmate died,
And her other classmate moved to another town,
Though she didn’t understand
She felt a sadness, and an empty feeling ran down her whole body
And shattered like broken glass.
The tables, the chairs, the trees looked very sad.
There would be no more class
And that little girl slowly walked back home.
Tuyết Vân - 1995
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