fifty years have come and gone since that fateful November day when men of greed and fear of peace took the chance away removed all hope of paradise a world serene and free of hate divided not by war, but sea where love directs our fate we run and hide from truth we fear denial is the easier pill we laugh at those who held the truth whose innocent blood did spill should the Sun soon set on our Camelot lost when evil conquers good they will find no mention in our history books of the sniper in the wood
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