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Oh tell me,
How would it be,
If Hitler cajoled Gandhi on guns,
And secretly handed him some.
Oh tell me,
How would it be,
If Shakespeare despis..
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Visions of you hunt my mind,
Like a hungry wolf in search of its prey,
I bow to your memories,
For we are now a history,
Your wrinkled hands fits ..
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Come close folks,
Hear the machines weep,
Let the motors speak,
The sparks of the weld,
Illuminating the world,
See the cars sway,
On the bumpy ..
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Gushes of the wind pound my heart,
I feel the blow rip through my flesh,
I’m defenseless ,a slave to the ground,
No soul hears my cries,
M..
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