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The missile came from above, went through the window,
then all the windows were broken, the whole house set on fire.
My stuff are broken now, my dolls are broken, I still have a lot of stuff,
damaged, thrown in garbage, the clothes thrown in garbage as well
..If you smell my clothes... let the Israelis come and smell our clothes
and see our house..even my sunglasses that my dad got me,
I didn't wear them, the earings and the rings that my mom brought
me, I never get to enjoy them..
How I am gonne wear them again! Myself, I am affraid of the sound of shooting