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Winds thru the silent hour

The midnight streets are

Empty of dreams


The children sit by the fire

Hungry


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A feeling

Drifting

Tells of desertion

A stifled scream

Speaks of betrayal

The sense of fear is talking loudly

Every child wanting a mother

Every child wanting a father

All they get is the voice of the policemen

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Oh well the Holy Spirit

Modified by the power of religion

Speaking clearly of pure mercy



Saying

Here it is the gift from heaven


Oh yeah ....well whatever ..... whatever YE want

That's what YE get

Whatever ye want


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