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The people will survive
In their environment
The dirt, scarcity, and emptiness
Of our south
The injustices of our greed
The practices we merit
The dirt, scarcity and emptiness
Of our south
There on the beach
I could see it in her eyes
I only had a corona
Five cents deposit
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