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                                      we have possibly
               Already

                                 Done         TALKED  enough

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little the child street song now erupting

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Blood ? Water ?   Soon now...

       ...No difference

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Days of pain will seem each one like a year

Total
Human agony

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So let us perhaps see each other kind

One last time

Full and easy

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One little child Breath seed of tomorrow

One hand upon forever so breast like

A father protective

A mother  caring

Brothers and sisters

Joining and melding

Unto societies

And Civilisation

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All for one temporary fragile experience

Of what we may be calling

LOVE