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Doubters and cowards, all
Deaf to call
For whom it toll?
For does it toll?

But all the subside
They're wrapped in suicide

Play in the sand
Bleached in sun
To would you run?
To where you run?

But all the subside
They're wrapped in America's

and bluebird
Still the crowd
in your common shroud
In old familiar crowds, with old sounds

But all the dreams
They're in America's suicide

the hanging is over
If the is over
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