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The earth, the rocks, the grass, the flowers, the scent, the mass, the air, the rain, the sight, the mountain, the snow, the sun so bright. Our world unique and only, is our home, of all tones, if we are white, we are lonley, if we are black, we are stones. There is no problem on being a mix, whoever you are, we are brothers, we live together, we fix, the life of all the others. Our bloodline is broad but the same, we came from the same two, if all of us would be sane, we will be free and happy, too. But because of our race, the color of your skin and hair, the appearence of our face, we kill all of our heirs. |