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Little run - away

Oh

Child of the world

,,

Little

Boy or girl

the winds

Are blowing fierce

And even the stars in the sky

Are

Afraid

)(

DOWN HOME BLUES  !

The Great Poverty

Is on its way

Old men on the park bench

See them see

What's coming down

;:;

Even the gods are amazed

At the lack of righteous indignation !

)(

We just hope to live one more day

Be it honorably

Or in shame

,,,,

All the nations are gone

//


Time to stand up all alone

Time to
Live

For ourselves

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