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To some I am just a word,
Four letters in a neat row.
And to these when trials come,
They fail to keep the oath.
To others I am life,
To others I am hope.
And only to these will I be,
The knot at the end of their rope.
I am a man of flesh and bone,
Do you recognize my face?
Or do you really just not know,
That my being is not defined by race?
(Love)
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