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For whom the gun tolls
For whom the prey weeps
Bow before a war
Call it religion
Some wounds never heal
Some tears never will
Dry for the unkind
Cry for mankind
Even the dead cry
- Their only comfort
Kill your friend, I don't care
Orchid kids, blinded stare ...
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