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Three hundred eighty one days later The burden has been lifted. The way we move from place to place Is no longer segregated. Three hundred eighty one days later We thank Rosa Parks for her sacrifice Any praise for her courage will suffice. Three hundred eighty one days later And it feels so nice. Rosa did the hard part Got scrutinized She lead the way Held our hands Away from the badlands. She inspired for Three hundred eighty one days later We no longer cater We no longer need to act as a waiter Outside a restaurant. Three hundred eighty one days later We sat on a bus
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