Nothing is forever
Yet all things strive
No one is pregnant
Yet we are alive
Cut the hanging chords
Love a fading voice
You're about to find
Freedom for the blind
Lock all the children
See how they die
See how a glass wall
Holds off a fly
Swords are for girls
The dolls are for boys
The dollars are for gods
For whom the bell tolls
All things strive
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