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Sep 2013
Tell it me,sell it me
I hear the echoes of echoes as kids fall in ghettos
and you want to say to me, no way can it be that we, see those kids as the end of humanity,when all kids are free the echoes will be
silenced.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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