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I look around ...I see the drug dealers who are killing off these addicts , the men who beat women , the liar or the thief , the rapist and the predator getting everything that they never worked for in life.
The night has crept in but our skies remain lit what is the world in which we live The lamps are all off but windows remain bright what is the world in which we live
In the palm of my hand Is a grain of sand  
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