Love.Give.Forgive.
He walked slowly, As his old age would dictate, ‘Til the edge of the lake…
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He walked slowly, As his old age would dictate, ‘Til the edge of the lake…
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In the country that does not welcome me, They reckon my colour, my religion, my accent, will take all they hold dear.
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