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I will hold the candle till it burns up my arm
Oh, I’ll keep takin’ punches until their will grows tired
Oh, I will stare the sun down until my eyes go blind
Hey, I won’t change direction, and I won’t change my mind
How much difference does it make… how much difference…

I’ll swallow poison, until I grow immune
I will scream my lungs out till it fills this room
How much difference
How much difference does it make

I wish I could think of something to say that didn’t involve rage or despair. A few of us stayed up all night, watching satellite CNN and listening to BBC when the TV went out every few hours. I’m not entirely surprised that you can’t get someone elected based solely on the fact that he isn’t the other guy, but I’m shocked by the margin of victory.

Who’s out of touch with whom? Where can we go from here?

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