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She was a beacon,
a sight of sanctuary,
and they, a reflection
of a journey she had taken,
she held high the poor
and common, her
fire burnin..
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There are no greater words
than the words we write today,
a foot over the grey, in
the path of oppression's way,
we, of good people
who live o..
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We will not let you detain,
we are in a frame of mine,
we will not regress, we have
progressed through time,
racism will not reign.
we would ra..
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High above,
upon the rafters,
arms folded in defiance.
Nothing seen.
Nothing learned.
They've not turned
finding words to affirm.
The modes..
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We thought gold
though rusting over time,
under the sun and
moonlight,
we did fight,
pulling from the same side
in a tug of war,
but befo..
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There's a difference in sound,
above and below ground,
a New Yorker knows.
That screeching sound
when slowing down,
ten cars in a row.
O..
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Though
written in lead,
still they would try
and erase its maker,
there are takers
for the giving,
when the living
leave a state of
unrest,..
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And their footfalls
upon the pavement,
hands clapping
like ocean waves,
to change the way
for brighter days,
and the many,
called to one v..
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Angels are only here
a short time, leaving
signs, donating
clothing or a dime
even when they are
the ones in need.
Angels are only here
a ..
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Take me where I can burn
like the Sun, arms spread
to full energy, feeling heaven
until that day comes,
I, will have the eyes of Shiva
beyond t..
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