Why are these women here dancing on their own? Why is there this sadness in their eyes? Why are the soldiers here Their faces fixed like stone? I can't see what it is they despise They're dancing with the missing They're dancing with the dead They dance with the invisible ones Their anguish is unsaid They're dancing with their fathers They're dancing with their sons They're dancing with their husbands They dance alone They dance alone It's the only form of protest they're allowed I've seen their silent faces scream so loud If they were to speak these words They'd go missing too Another woman on the torture table What else can they do They're dancing with the missing They're dancing with the dead They dance with the invisible ones Their anguish is unsaid
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