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A stately house it is! With elegant architecture and an embellished door However the interior Is full of gore   It smells Of burning flesh- Of death And often one hears wails
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“Let freedom ring!” Cried Jim Crow Movements and martyrs, The power in the moment of the voice, long ago lost -stolen- Found again! X marks the spot
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