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Let the Grow Old In Masses

let them grow old in masses we want them to be needy in majority out of sympathy we shall come with kind hearts we serve them in the common interest of minority the majority needy shall be spiritual the heaven we build here today for those blind and deaf of this age let them grow old in masses their hopes and future let it be in us year in year out they stretch their hands towards us their daily god of bread we are here to create a world of love a world where one is merciful and the other smoker of opium of mercy carrying burdens they know not the cause

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