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I open my eyes and hear the streets of New York City  I look up to see only bystanders filled with pity  My daughter, she wakes up from her cardboard bed  She asks me when she'll be fed  "Soon baby" I said 
Children starving, children dying.   While the world just sits there, thriving.   Living in their own worlds,
The World knows That there is hunger right beneath their nose Never waste food and give all you can People are dying its already began 15 million children on the daily
They come with empty eyes that sullen look of loss You can't tell their empty and that they really need to be fed Their parents are working overtime and still can't put food on the table
Somthing i would change to make the world much better,
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