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How many times ive sat on this floor And I've wept. Not for me Nor you. But the state of a world That drives us to sit on this floor; And weep You didn't have to die. You never weep alone, Brother.
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Nov 7, 2016
Nov 7, 2016 at 2:32 AM UTC
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How many times ive sat on this floor And I've wept. Not for me Nor you. But the state of a world That drives us to sit on this floor; And weep You didn't have to die. You never weep alone, Brother.
Koroko
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Nov 7, 2016
Nov 7, 2016 at 2:32 AM UTC
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