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Aug 2013
I'm thinkin' about changin' my name
not tryna remember all of my pains.
Please try to hear
what I'm about to say:

held deep inside of these big brown eyes,
the memories of truth dwellin' through my vines.
All I see, already defined
to a life I once lived in my life.
Written by
Dunya Sun  Amurika
(Amurika)   
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