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It's my pride It's my cross I hold to to carry it's my fruit it's my loss I see through to bury with countless tries and, all-in-all we fall to rise we rise to fall
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Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 9:34 AM UTC
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It's my pride It's my cross I hold to to carry it's my fruit it's my loss I see through to bury with countless tries and, all-in-all we fall to rise we rise to fall
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Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 9:34 AM UTC
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