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Troubled still waters, redefined tomorrows Would the lord lay me down nest to the bubbling? Stony heart springs, tears making a fountain I got a dream; to sail oceans Tell my tales, tales of the black people
We fell into the masses Only with fear in our hearts We only needed a start and we put our blood in glasses   We fell into the masses because we were forced to We lost ourselves in the Louvre
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