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Some say We march to the beat of our own drums Some say We march to the beat of our hearts desire Some way We march to the beat of an impending dirge We still march. Some say Their march was the catalyst
You wake up every morning as the world starts learning that change is a virtue leading with no argue
Words, just words a man speaks, but they cradle me in wonder. Maybe if I wait a little longer and I march a little stronger
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