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Mar 2014
Hide me from this world of woe.
Conceal me from these wars that rock the Earth
with covert drones and noisy machine guns.
Bury me in a tomb where discrimination doesn't consume and prejudice never gets a meal.
And if you try to say everything's alright
I'll stand up and exclaim,
"No. It's not. And we have a long way to go."
Wíštfûł Wáñdêręr
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Wíštfûł Wáñdêręr  My Home Is Wherever I Go
(My Home Is Wherever I Go)   
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