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I reach inside and I twist my heart out of my chest and I hold it in my hands. It is beating for you rumba rumba baby baby rumba rumba can you hear my heart I can feel it beating for those children of war who did nothing to earn a look at the blood in the street who did nothing to learn of the sound of gunfire in the night. rumba rumba baby baby rumba rumba for the soldiers who said I'll go and went and found not what they were seeking only the gunfire in the street
and the children
- David Michael
Jackson
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