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                                           -- REALITY

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4 little girls
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We sing


             We so lovely

We walk the streets

Begging for food

We are so sorry

If we are

Bothering you

)(

Rain falling down

Nations , too

Mothers weeping

Fathers are arming

Themselves  ( like fools )

Not knowing the enemy

Is within themselves

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The song is sung


Onward we move

4 little girls

Begging for food



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