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She cries to tell her story Her tears drops to wash the blood of her heroes She cries to comfort her legends of old She cries to wash black and white in the skin of her people She weeps in thunder to tell her poeple I AM A PLACE TO BE

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Date: 12/10/2018 9:53:00 AM
Beautifully expressed. Thanks for your visit.
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