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factories. Shadows on the street, our lives still go on. Another day, the songs the same. Forget our dreams, and play the game. The shadows on our
spent on the machinery of war. If only a half of that was spent on the machinery of peace, There would be no more starvation on this planet. Yet governments
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land And we must resist them on every level. As outsiders we have few right with which to oppose them, But on our own, together, we seek them. They have
cold. And everyday now so long, how could she have been so wrong. 2. And as the morning comes, shadows on her fall upon, walking crowded the streets she looked on
on the machinery of war. If only a half of that was spent on the machinery of peace, There would be no more starvation on this planet. Yet governments
