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Nov 2011
If only i could make you see
How much harder it is too flee
We need to run, to leave this place
Leave our homes, and our dying race
They don't know what we're planning to do
But we don't have time to see who makes it through
The fence that protects us, holds us in
Traps us in a place that holds not one grin
We'll pack our bags in the middle of the night
And in the shadows we'll take flight
A new place will form in our wake
But we don't know how long that'll take
The timing was perfect, and everyone could see
The struggles we went through just to be free.
Written by
Karina Spulgis
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   Michael Ryan
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