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This world may be so unkind
Blindness abounds, deaf to the sounds Sweeter than angels' voices Calling from beyond the water Black child break wild Move this world, no need to fear All the tears and the pain Will dissipate like clouds in summer After rain that rings with thunder Spirits move through you Day by day, day by day Now is the time for redesigning a mind You will need to rock this calling And send the mighty swifly falling Swiftly falling, falling |
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