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So meaningless under the sun

My life life is in her hand

Let the world become a better place

Who soaked me? Where did i pass through? On the day of my birth, where is the cadge? Did she throw away the aqua? Speak to me like an astute pers..

rasta man and the white peoples am not a rasta but please if god can forgive i see no reason why my fellow black people wont for this live up firs..

So confusing and complecated moving slowly like a little tortoise but with patience we would walk it through

Amazing and beautifull not a diamond or a silver much more precios and prettier than that loving and caring her smiles makes me crazy that i could..

Some day you will cry for me as i cried for you you will look for me as i looked for you you will want me as i want you you will plead me as..

A night of sorrow a night of tears, blue cold rays splashes by my side

Look at the piece of bread i bought wow, nice of you, let me see it fhot is it big or small? Oh dummy cant you see it big-small my bad, is my senc..