THE DREAM IS DEAD

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THE DREAM IS DEAD
The dream is dead
 Shot by a bullet in the head
  All that could be,
 just fades away.
  What we do teach
is now out of most reach
You have to have a lot of luck
The fact that anybody to the top can rise.
Now is stopped.  We must open our eyes.
 
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