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The beat of the drums shook the Earth, but my feet remained unmoved, tripping and trying to search for the right jive and groove.   Trickling in from the heavens came that fateful, unexpected storm,
Mr. King, Mr. king.  You allowed us all to dream. you may have gotten shot for your dream, but thanks to you we all now have a shot to our dream.  My people are the "Dreamers"
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