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Mar 28
when young and idealistict i
joined the communists
(and forgot all about it)
then,i come to believe all revolution
betrayed..

now,i refuse to think about it
and read and play music, instead
what might have been as tears
trickle from the eyes and
drip from the innocent chin..
Written by
Michael John  62/M/SPAIN
(62/M/SPAIN)   
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   rick and Neil Coleman
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