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It's partly cloudy
There's always a chance of rain
Inside of my mind
Dreams are within reach
You just need to be willing,
to stretch a little
I followed my heart
But it was torn asunder,
simply for trusting.
On the river Styx
Satan skis, towed by a boat
****** at the wheel
Used to be afraid.
Crowds were my nemesis.
In them now I hide.
In all honesty
Your conscience will not be free
Till the truth you see
KKK
Marching in the streets.
Their faces hidden by hoods.
Hate by cowardice.
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