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Sadness becomes us as a people, as a whole our souls are stole by the ones with light, give us this day... our daily fight. Lord God they say, I say in plight, let me make it through the night. 'Cuz in the in night I can thrive, survive 'til tomorrow's lasting blight.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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