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My heart cries…
Not for me but the helpless
To the ones who can’t find their soul
How shall they survive?
Trouble begetting trouble
I wish for them I were acursed
For their freedom I might be bound
Their life is worth mine
If I have to fight, then I’ll fight for free
So help me God.
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