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Dreams


Because Martin Luther King had a dream, The fertile dreams of the future never looked so bleak Torture on my dreams led to hopes becoming weak Unforeseen situations has led to this mind state Success to failure became my undesirable fate The phenomenon that once had me captivated Has faded into the past because she hesitated Along with her were my hopes and dreams Took my last breath with unheard screams All because Martin Luther King had a dream.
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