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The king

He wanted piece

He wanted one nation under god

He wanted the ability to succeed the freedom

what he called speech

In his courage for words

and walks through a nation of ignorance

He held his head high

And all he ever dreamed of was for his brothers

To be loved... Held...

And cared for the same

Are we not yet one nation one nation in this land

In this land we call world

Wake up wake up i say

For your dream has become

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chrystal
Mexican
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Jun 21, 2013
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