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Can you hear the gunshots,

Or is it only me?

Have you seen the bodies?

I stopped counting after 60. 

Did you here them screaming,

Or were the guns too loud? 

Now when I close my eyes

I hear them screaming in my head

I run to try to save them

But they're just echoes of the dead

They say they aren't silent to our plight

But they say a gun is a man's right

How many rounds does a man need,

To make another man bleed?

Now what do you have to say

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