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Grace- Andaree
All the hearted people 'mongst the human race
Pretty soon there won't be enough space
People running place to place
Scared of what they'll face
Why's there war?
Grace
War- no more!
Love- we must embrace
Evil doer's we must chase
Hold the leather and denote the lace
All the hearted people 'mongst the human race
Copyright ©
Charles Messina
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