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What is the world of tomorrow?
Will small footsteps grace the sand Or ruins and dust? Through fields and trees A child will run Or a concrete jungle Now falling apart Born free or in shackles These fears in my mind I hear the clock ticking Through hands pressed to my ears NO! It's not time The world isn't ready I'm not ready For this child that changes
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