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You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may **** me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I'll rise. Up from a past that's rooted in pain I rise I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise I rise I rise again and again.
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Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 7:29 AM UTC
Hope
You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may **** me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I'll rise. Up from a past that's rooted in pain I rise I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise I rise I rise again and again.
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ethnicmalay
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 7:29 AM UTC
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