Back To Bokonon's Home Pagehow much difference does it make?
i will swallow poison till i grow immune,
i will scream my lungs out till it fill this room.
how much difference?
i will stare the sun down till my eyes go blind,
i will hold the candle till it burns up my arm.
how much difference?
And for every tear that is lost from an eye
I'd dig me a well where no man could destroy
I want to believe in a freedom that's bold
But all I remember is the freedom of old
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