The small child                

is but a song                    

                                             (    A sweet sweet song     )

The essence of this soft San Francisco night

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Dreams emerging
                              From the prison flames

Of the broken nation
                                         ( And its broken slaves )

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she cries and cries but won't break free

From the lie she lives
                                                 ( like a Movie Star )

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where oh where is

HUMANITY ?                                                        

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( in the prison of Guantanamo Bay )

••

We are depressed

We are ill

Still we claim that we are free

••

••

She said

I HAVE BEEN BETRAYED !

I replied

OH

SO THAT'S WHEN YOU LEARNED

HOW TO DO IT  !

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( It's all an illusion

But no one is laughing )



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