Some voices raised to breathe their last
Who can leash water, or clutch muddy soil
Those who tied rope bridges were washed away
Towering walls of water jumped into the town
Children held to trees uprooted torn away
Mourning town leveled down -begging
Was each soul handful of grain
Stone cutters lifted corpses of town children
All roads to the city sunken under water
Nir--ups and downs of world turn the flow
Big mills hang on-crops pulled down
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