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Flux of Pink Indians
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Song for Them
the wind blows the baby cries people die deaths are untold land is desolate nothing here grows people living for the sight of a food bowl trapped in existence it's hard to think that such people really exist hard to believe their plight is accepted when money so wasted could be re-directed they're not some race that don't feel pain starvation is something you don't become immune to
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