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This megaphone must be turned off</span>
Echoing off invisible walls building a cacophony of notes threatening to drown even the strongest swimmer talked about talked on talked over with no doubts or cracks the walls tremble and a world breaks free trees surrender, buildings sway, men sink in their seats, a light breeze and nothings changed we've seen the best of our generation posted on walls, screaming their freedoms to be picked apart by their own eyes we've seen the best do nothing against incredible odds and lose the rumbles were so deep the fears so real that when it all came down and nothing happened they all sat stunned a machine built so ethereal was meant to change us a revolution of ideas to break the structures thought on pavement just chalkings of hope and we locked the walls back up to silent the fears no one had we locked the walls back up even though no one cared
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