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Dooms Day

Many a time I passed through trouble Many a time I passed through pain I was exploited I was humiliated My pride was taken from me I was consumed by mystery My wings were taken so I couldn’t fly What I ate all day was my cry I asked myself why And there came a voice say In your affliction will you learn right In your oppression will you rise to fight The sun shines at day And the stars at night Arise and see the light Many a times I passed through trouble Many a times I passed through pain

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