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GuernicaPale horse rideBy art falsified Legs and body battered Cubistic shattered Turn your head Or your tail instead You are forced and centered Death has entered The bull to the left Deformed up to the horn Questioning if hope was born His look confused Still guards the sacred child In death there will be mercy mild With broken arms Exhausted charms Corpse covered floor And through the door Light is sent Towards the end The burning roofs They mourn for Guernica(4x) The colours left All grey Condor not shown |