| When we’re done cleaning the rubble
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| From the last wall torn down
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| When we’re done putting back
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| What we took from the ground
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| When the last republican and bureaucrat and liberal
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| Can admit to being a Human Being
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| When the last stubborn man stops refusing
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| To learn from who he’s met and what he’s seen
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| And there will come a day when there will be
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| No more enemy, and no one left to hate
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| And on this day, the Earth will stand up and walk away
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| When the last line on all the maps
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| Has been erased
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| When the last person learns to derive the simple pleasure
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| Of seeing another’s smiling face
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| When we lose the reasons for divisions
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| And the separation has gone away
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| When we know the love will stay
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| When all the songs have been heard
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| And all the books have been read
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| When all the hate is gone and dead
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| And there will come a day when there will be
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| No more enemy and on one left to hate
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| And on this day the Earth will stand up and walk away |