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We Can Turn

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Filth
The clamor of the vegetable race
Working for the daily
                    the monthly
                     they annual bread, in case
In case the farm starts losing
livestock
But it can be replaced
                    replaced by another man
                    who move in his place
And just before
                       you hang up your suit
                   or you hang from your tie
you start to make mistakes
and sometimes you even LIE
OR just to make a blip on the radar of life
You take off your mask                     and
You take out your knife
But the children in the park run screaming away
Because they realize they've met someone


                         Different                                                                                                            

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