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    A generation raised in darkness
    Controlled, polluted - fed with the truth
    A truth that blinds their view
    Their ways and fates decided - implanted sorrows kill their needs
    A common way to happiness, but I never learned to sell myself

    Poets became silent,
    While clowns arose and burned the books again
    No thinkers daring vision grew,
    Where thieves ran free and crippled human dignity
    In the noise of unimportance
    And stupidity the sceptic's whispers went unheard

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    Be sure, this storm will not drown my voice
    Be sure, my hands will sow the seeds of reason
    I'll never be a minor, I'll never be a happy slave

    May this cold sever my face
    And my the pain weaken my fists
    No inner strife will touch me
    The only truth is in my heart

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