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Final Day

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When the rich die last like the rabbits running
From a lucky past full of shallow cunning
And the world lights up for the final day
We will all be poor, having had our say

Put a blanket up on the window pane
When the baby cries, lullaby again
As the light goes out on the final day
For the people who never had a say

there is so much noise ,there is so much heat
And the living floor throws you off your feet
As the final day falls into the night
There is peace outside in the narrow light

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