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o say, can you see the walls rising to isolate us? by the light of missiles and violence. the problems will turn to ash, ash, ash. poisoning ash, killing our earth. what so proudly we hailed as a great change for America.
I'm like a cardboard box... My edges are creased,  I seem to be put together,  But I'm not.  If I'm left in the rain I fall apart,  That is what happens when I hold so much inside, 
High-five! Five o'clock news Five best friends Five... The fifth month The month that six best friends became... Five This is Kiersten's month-- Her life ended this month.
My bones were feeble My breath had weathered My voice can be heard as a bare, cracked whisper And I listen at how fragile we are... For which my lungs, they were thirsty for air
To those who are broken Whose hearts have not mended Keep this thought on your mind Your lives have not ended. While the hurt and the grief Will bear down like a weight Know that there is relief
Everyday Same time Your front door creaks, did you notice? Mine does, too. 10:30 AM, you walk out of your apartment- The one right across the hall from mine- And I make sure I walk out, too.
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With our flags, banners, and voices, We march. With tired bodies, overworked minds, and children in our arms, We march. For our daughters, granddaughters, and future generations, We march.
Words, just words a man speaks, but they cradle me in wonder. Maybe if I wait a little longer and I march a little stronger
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