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He's on every wall of every room,  Around our necks and in our heads,  In our hearts, in what we said.  He hangs on the cross,  Head bowed in shame 'Cause you can't do one thing. 
U are a dad u r a husband u r a friend and everything in between You were here u were there u were everywhere Even though you’re gone we still feel your here Though not in the physical but in our minds
Rights, not so civil, more like fights, and long nights, unending battles for the freedom, goals: we all yearn to meet them, we all strive to gain what's ours: equality. child of democracy,
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