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today we die
tomorrow we live
each day we cry
for what we believe
who is to blame
for this desperation for fame
is a loving mother
or a wayward brother
how long shall we cry in pain
for little or no gain
over and over again
yet we hope for a day
that change would come our way
we pray it is today
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