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Ode To Pete Seeger

I want to live in a place where nights are warm|

Days are cold|

School is not just a place to lecture but a place to discuss views|

Where you and I can argue and agree with only words|

No place for abuse|

A place where we all swim together and run across the land looking for shade beneath the trees|

Where we learn from what we see not only what we hear|

The land is an open page waiting for your words to fill|

A place where we all hold hands and sing to a harmony for peace|

Across every nation interlocked|

An everlasting rainbow|

glowing past the night|

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