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I give you…you give me…
But when I spill you starve, you thirst, you hurt, you faint, you cry, you want!
Yet the life I have, the life they have
We strive in the odds of colours, in the odds of languages
We fight in the spell of greed, we kill…
When we withhold, when we deprive
We destroy, someone somewhere
Anyone in plenty, anyone in little
Make for a better world, a better place
It is just a drink of you, a sip of you…
To keep alive maybe, just a while…
A journey less than a century through here…
Just a drink of you, yours, so also shall mine be thine…
So also together we fight the violence
We dare the odds…when I give, you give

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Ej(king&gold)

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