There is a time
For everything
There is provision
For everyone
There is a sun
There is a moon
For every race
There is room
Make room
There is a nation on the verge of war
So many million
Could die now
They can sing songs
Instead of make bombs
White man there
Can not go on
Unless he makes room
USA USSR
Lone gone days
of the tyrannous czar
Send all your acorns
Send all your flowers
To quell the thirst of the major powers
Make room
There is a time
For every thing
There is provision
For Every whim
There is a sun
There is moon
Every race
There is room
Make room

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