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Quatern of a Millenia

4/29/2014 from sticks and stones that break my bones to nukes that want to hurt me why do we all make weapons cant we set this world free we were most peaceful as cavemen that's the way, that it seems to me back when we went ooga booga was when we were truly most free so why have we disconnected? money and power as it seems and yet still so many of us ride upon many lighted beams still yet I can see the future mixed within the dark and light and believe me when I tell you I see our future can be bright

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