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May 2
where in my country,
have gone the rebel singer,
standing in crowd of thousand,
standing still and no reasons for linger,
when he rebel against the odd,
oh lord, everyone joints, no one to finger,
like the Dylan stands,
calls out the niqqer,
he was not offended, the crowd got bigger ..
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Arise  25/M
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