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Presently


In a world currupted by hate

some ask, is this fate

wallowing on the date

is this where we belong

just listen to another song

reminding you where you're from

 

in my past I see the hate

reminded there is no fate

not looking at the date

I know where I belong

writing my own song

not dwelling on where I'm from

 

 

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