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Kyle and Jenny,

sitting in the place where once was a tree.

They only kiss,

They have Aids HIV.

Nobody tells them that.

RUN!

There comes the militia.

La-la-la-la-la-la

Both in prison by breaking curfew,

The sound of torture,

the barking,

sleep-deprivation.

La-la-la-la-la-la

Kyle survives and is set free.

Another day,

different men in charge.

Too poor to eat

To drink,

dirt on his shoeless feet.

Repeat,

be buried like his friend underneath.

And the song goes,

La-la-la-la-la-la

 

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