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Headlong
Headlong
I hear them,
I hear them calling out in the street
Issuing calls of despair and asking for help
And I would,
If I could,
If I had the power of legions
And armies and,
No, that just wouldn’t do
Any good at all,
Not anymore where
We are - fearing the worst
For a world where war,
Has become the only winner?
You ...
Friday 6th September 2013 11:58 pm
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