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Your blue blood veins, red, white, blue stains, mind closed just like your borders. Despite the wars, the foreign and poor, are given their marching orders. Diversity, you just don't see, is what makes the world so great. 'The futures white, see', 'In good old Blighty', you bleat as you close the gates.
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Aug 23, 2019
Aug 23, 2019 at 5:30 AM UTC
Borders
Your blue blood veins, red, white, blue stains, mind closed just like your borders. Despite the wars, the foreign and poor, are given their marching orders. Diversity, you just don't see, is what makes the world so great. 'The futures white, see', 'In good old Blighty', you bleat as you close the gates.
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Aug 23, 2019
Aug 23, 2019 at 5:30 AM UTC
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