They march again, in shadows deep, Their voices loud, their hatred speaks. They hunt my neighbor, full of fear, But we stand strong, we’re staying here. They try to break us, tear us down, But ...
The rain keeps falling, cold on my skin, I walk these streets where we have been. Your laughter echoes, a ghost in the night, But you’re not here, you’re out of sight. Why did you leave? Was my ...
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