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On the first day we met you became my reeve, It was the color you had shown that was perceived. It was a splash of green, a dash of blue and a bouquet of red, You would have had me at hello, if that is all you had said.
Weakness in my soul held down form bold moral convictions A woman is here to be sold Is what the merchant says to gain attention Despair is heavy in the air I can smell the discrimination
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