| From the haunts of daily life
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| Where is waged the daily strife
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| Common wants and common cares
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| Cuts the human heart with tears
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| Rise like lions after a slumber in—
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| In greatly unknowable numbers
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| Let the tyrants pour around
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| With apocalyptic sound
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| On the charge of iron wheels
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| And the crash of horses' heels
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| Rise like lions after a slumber in—
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| In greatly unknowable numbers
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| Free the blood that must ensue
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| We are many and they are few
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| From the workhouse and the prison
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| Pale as corpses newly risen
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| Knives are drawn now let them see
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| Standing tall that say they’re free
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| Your strong and simple words
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| Set to wound as sharpened swords
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| Wide as targets let them be
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| With their shade to cover me
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| Rise like lions after a slumber in—
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| In greatly unknowable numbers
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| Free the blood that must ensue
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| We are many and they are few |