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By Jack Joseph Smith
She went fallen in the ground
When her love was never found
She could not rise up
from the drifting mud
He seemed to be gone
with the sorrow of a snake
The universe that tells us
How violent it is to be born
The earth that tells me our
why to die
is a mistake
For us who fight it
is Across a Moondown
for the best,
it is nothing
WAR, you won't stop it
300 million spanked dogs
on the run