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Oct 2014
Humanity's womb is barren
The music has died away
We ***** our children
Lead them astray.
Change marched through the streets
As they lay littered and free
For these corrupt eyes to see.
For these corrupt eyes to see.
How we bled for peace
And we killed for peace
But peace was power
And power was peace
How we bled for peace
And we killed for peace
*Now our blood drowns us.
-Our greatest punishment is that we crave change, and yet it is futile-
paper boats
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paper boats  F/Kolkata
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