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We hardly laugh. Do you remember your laugh? I love to hear children laugh free.   We have it covered; Our real laughts are covered, But the laughs of the young are free.  
    We’re all on that rocking boat, Rockin’ restlessly through high tides, a conveyor belt that empties the dreadful soul with no other way. I can’t see farther ‘cause my vision’s too blurry.  
Look away, Look away, That I may not see the hunger, the stricken, the pain; I would much rather stay In my world Having every thing I could ever want -- But always wanting more.
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