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F#mIn my dream, Achildren sing a sDong of love for every boy and gC#irl. F#mThe sky is blue and fAields are green and lDaughter is the language of the wC#orld. ThDen I wake and all I sEee is a wDorld full of people in nC#eed.
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Tell me F#mwhy (why) does it hAave to be like this? Tell me wDhy (why) is there C#something I have missed? Tell me F#mwhy (why) cos AI don't understand. D When so mDany need somebody. don't C#give a helping hand. Tell me F#mwhy?
F#mEvery day I aAsk myself what wDill I have to do to be a C#man? F#mDo I have to stAand and fight to prDove to everybody who I C#am? DIs that what my life is fEor to wDaste in a world full of C#war?
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