The
bad circle
It
never come out right
Every
time it is said
More
questions arise
The
song of unity
It
falls far far away
It
is always on a race
Leaving
a bad taste
The
bags of goods
The
majority is gone to waste
Leaving
the poor crying in vain
The
holy men aren't many
We
listen we pray
We
wish we hope
The
bad circle
It
never come again
The
bad circle
The
circle light long time coming
It
never come out right
Every
time it is said
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