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Eutopia


They tell me Eutopia will never exsist

I tell them I was born for this

They tell me They have to suffer

I tell them They never deserved it

They tell me They don't need protection

I tell them They need Eutopia

They tell me They have to starve for us to eat

I tell them They can eat with me

They tell me They can't be helped

I tell them where are you?

They tell me I am apart of They

I tell them of course I am

I tell them one day They will be me

And the harsh wind will no longer blow their possessions away

You will be blown away

But We will find Eutopia

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