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DIlemma





They need help and their numbers grow
Too bad we're vultures, maybe some crows
The current dilemma is a race to know
Will assistance from my side give me my dough

She wants to travel, see the world and its glow
Her family has other plans for her though
The current dilemma is a race to show
Who fulfills the wishes of people they owe

The current dilemma is a race to me
To find the key, to always be free
The current dilemma is a race to be
Another spectacle for the world to see

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