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I hear the empty songs of my people I recall a sense of imprisonment Their will power whipped from their very bodies and the strength they had, used to work to stay alive such terrible deeds, such awful sins all for greed and laziness the oppression of a race and the birth of a country I remember..... oh yes very well I remember the birth of this great country built by a broken people
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montay-henson
26 / M / American
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Feb 5, 2012
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