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Standing above this swamp,
Which could gush forth a spring...
But the guns don't bark,
And the cannons don't scream.
And you don't see blood here,
Only silent hunger...
How tragic are the youth,
That live amongst the gallows?

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We've suffered more than enough here,
In this clot of grief and shame.

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