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I was an unmarried girl. I'd just turned twenty-seven. When they sent me to the sisters. For the way men looked at me. Branded as a jezebel. I knew I was not bound for Heaven. I'd be cast in
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Lather was thirty years old today,. They took away all of his toys. His mother sent newspaper clippings to him,. About his friends who had stopped being boys. There was Howard C. Green, just
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star just like Pharoah. You killed the children just like Pharoah. Now you sent a ticket for me. It don't have are. S. V. P. Oh Lord it's a war party. Me no wanna go. Heard about the last one
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the glass waits for love Beyond there's a light that is shining. Strong as a will heaven sent. Through the arms love in waiting. White as he smiles at his men I don't want, I don't need to I know. I
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full of thunder . Hearts of steel . Killers of men . Of warriors friend . Sworn to avenge our fallen brothers . To the end . . One day too . I may fall . I will enter Odin's Hall . I will die sword in
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her chores they wandered from her side The two had gone to follow him and lost their way instead. By dusk the boys had not been found and fear had turned to dread. Two hundred men had gathered there
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that still grows. With the dream in her eyes no one's seen. . I listened for so long that day that I can hardly tell. If what she said was heaven sent or brought to bear in hell. That men of hope
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sweethearts aplenty and men of high degree. There was none but Jack the sailor. Her true love ever could be. Oh, her true love ever could be. Now Jackie's gone a-sailing with trouble on his mind. To leave his
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sweethearts aplenty and men of high degree. There was none but Jack the sailor. Her true love ever could be. Oh, her true love ever could be. Now Jackie's gone a-sailing with trouble on his mind. To leave his
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ground like a soul is condemned. . Slavish and proud. They've sold their good soil to the men. Sycophantic and dumb they remain on a bench. Far away from the source of a life worth living. And out by
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from a huge right hand. Sent a Louisiana fellow to the promised land. Big John. . Big John, big John. Big Bad John. Big John, ooo. . Then came the day at the bottom of the mine. When a timber
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ground like a soul is condemned. . Slavish and proud. They've sold their good soil to the men. Sycophantic and dumb they remain on a bench. Far away from the source of a life worth living. And out by
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The children got a letter from the master. It said no more Xhosa, Sotho, no more Zulu. Refusing to comply they sent an answer. That's when the policemen came to the rescue. Children were flying
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that still grows. With the dream in her eyes no one's seen. . I listened for so long that day that I can hardly tell. If what she said was heaven sent or brought to bear in hell. That men of hope
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that still grows. With the dream in her eyes no one's seen. . I listened for so long that day that I can hardly tell. If what she said was heaven sent or brought to bear in hell. That men of hope
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Mattleys barettaatrapp, sa det BLACKA BLACKA. mellan dig och ---, var jag på plats. men spöa dig för du var svart. Inne på Victors tar jag flaskan i baren och bara smack!. flyttade från ronneby redan
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