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Onward We March


Through shattered minds and shattered glass

In ice cold rooms, with thoughtless clones

Through masses of classes 

We march

To one more class 

Another mintue, another moment

Utill we falter and fall

But in the end,

We still march

 

For ourselves we fend

Onward 'till the end

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