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As I look around me, I see the terrifying truth. I see the struggling mother begging for food. I see the crying father burying his child. I see brother turn against brother.
  Dear Marlo, Drum, Drum, Drum I’m like a spy Drum, Drum, Drum I sound like I'm steppping on clouds in the sky   So I run into the kitchen As sly as a mouse
Hand clenched, nerves tingled, emotions stirred Eyes tired from the long night of drunken celebration My gown swayed and my tassel knocked against my ear Name is called and a small cheer is heard at a distance
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