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Broken in sadness I play the keys silently Modulate for me
One Job, Just oneCould potentially change my lifeOne such an insignificant numberCould change someone’s life?My life would no longer be a slumberI would no longer have to dream or even be some man’s wife
Why does a professor have to guess your race? Why do students laugh at the race comments that a professor makes? Is it funny to the minorities in class? No its not. I attend a university in Central Minnesota where it is dominantly white.
The curtains opened, The lights went out, Silence fell over the crowd. With a burst of light, There was quite the sight For an hour before we all bowed. The applause-it roared-
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