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We're still here, fighting the same fight we've been fighting for the past 400 years.
Yet we've come so far, it's so clear.
Our history is our past, understandable.
But our present and our future, so much potential, expandable.
We can be what we want, and be who we are, one.
Yet we're in the dark, we've still have so far to go.
But together, as one, as one people.
We can, and we will. One day, we will be, one people.
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