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Too Late


First they came for our classes, and I didn't speak out because I wasn't a parent. Then they came for the arts and I didn't speak up because I wasn't an artist. Then they came for our teams and I didn't speak up because I wasn't an athlete. Then they came for our teachers and I didn't speak up because I wasn't a staff member. Then they came for the students and there was no one left to speak for us.
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