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the day they killed John F. Kennedy
the day they killed John F. Kennedy he lived forever in boxes of theories mantled by handwoven intricacies of lies, lust, love, life, and loyalty they day they killed John F. Kennedy dreams died, survived, flourished, and wavered as nightmares begin to haunt a nation hunting for truth from afar, from Arkansas to Zimbabwe, from Africa to China, from Moscow to Manila, from Japan to Korea, from Jerusalem to Iraq, from Vietnam to many hearts the day they killed Kohn F. Kennedy he lives forever
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