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I see blood Blood everywhere It's not in their veins But on the very soil and sand we walk upon Bleeding into oceans Rivers run deep with the sorrows
My skin is whiter than the snow that kisses the peaks of the mountains My roots are more knarled than the roots of an aged willow My hair, my eyes, my mouth None of them are ordinary.  
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