To all the utopians
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All the brotherly souls of this world
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To my anarchist brothers
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This little girl under the bombs
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Let's craft with its orphan quill
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Those people with open arms
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To the eyes of those children of exile
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The one who works with no roof
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To the migrant welcomed on the way
To the healer holding a hand
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To the beggar, to the offering of wine
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To the one who will give his bread
To those people whose life
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The one whose destiny would survive
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To those whose only God is sharing
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Of her child, aware of the wreck
That the hatred made here
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The one whose heart stays love
To those enlightened souls
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Who have for only violence
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Only the tears in their eyes
Straight toward sacrifice
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Of its life to save its master
To the one throwing his body
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To the one in the flames
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To try to save a cradle
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To the bird whose wings
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Recover their flight for up there
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To those sailors' songs
Night coming from the open sea
Friend, let's clink our wines
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That our pages are written
The universe of the night
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With the first names of our dead friends
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From darkness while birthing the dawn
To the sharing of possessions
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Since it's our story
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Always the struggle between being
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Between the billionaire and the beggar
Yes, is measured in giving
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To those people who have nothing
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How big their heart is
Cobblestones against batons
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Their rose facing the tanks
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From those ships without port
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That alone, facing the wreck
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Braving every typhoon
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Leaves him at a crossroads
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Like you leave a beacon
To the believer without a church
In this outstretched handkerchief
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Overflow in the floods
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Against all outrages
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Against all mockery
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There's no greater courage
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There's no greater courage
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There's no greater courage
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Against all outrages
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Against all mockery
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There's no greater courage