NOTHING

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All hope cannot be lost
With a wish that is made
In the breath of a heartbeat
And the mind of the innocent

All can be lost
With hate and greed
In a heart that
Cannot see past the pocketbook

Past, present, future
All merge into one:
Hatred has no time frame
Nor nationality

April 24, 1996

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