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May 2015
I feel the heat of your emotions
But mine have not walked into the fire
I know the pain you have endured
But I am made numb by selfish desire
I hear an angry song in the streets
But it was sung by a heartbroken choir
I saw a mother strike her own son
But it was love that became his savior
Mark Lecuona
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Mark Lecuona
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     Austin Boston, ---, Lily Mae and ---
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