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Strong Life

Children roam through the city With cold hearts and no pity Respect for others, there's none A child with respect or pity, there's none Don't let anyone permit them to be disturbed Don't let any lack of respect or pity be curbed They are all within the looking glass They all think that what they have is class And that which will soon pass Will come and go so fast May it be Gods face they see May Gods respect and pity it be (c) TJC 1997

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