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No words can be said
No pages can be read
Without beauty in the world
Or without pages unfurled
Words are at our fingertips
Though no one uses them
People think dark thoughts and don't let good ones in
How strange is the world?
Without pages unfurled
How afraid we are
We make weapons for war
We throw ourselves in a pit
We look at ourselves as unfit
We tell ourselves Such sad lies
And from their hands you pry
You pry the love that Once had
So, you ruin it for them
Just because you're sad
You take your anger And fill it to the brim
even though it's not there doing
And they hear bombs booming
The words are at fingertips
But yet, we do not use
Instead, we give each other nips and bites
And a huge bruise
We take each other's pearls
So, I ask my self today
How cruel is the world?
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