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She tells me many things

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See !

The children suffer so !

Pain
( blowin in the wind ! )

Up and down

Liked lynched negroes
Wavin
In bitter breezes

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(But they's poor kids so
It's okay )
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We use our righteous indignation only
When it's safe -- don't we ?

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( yes she tells me many things )

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