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You held me   You held me when I was strong You held me   You looked at my face and told me how beautiful my smile was
"Me"Free me, tempt me, I dare you to steal me;Sudden as the wind, let this heart mend.Treat me with your sweet kisses of embrace;
America “ Land of the Free” But what does that mean to me. Orphans, and poverty Opposition to authority Gangs and disrespect to minorities So really how free are we?
The stars shine down,Bathing the windows here.That sleepy frown,Something I hold dear. Those soft brown eyes,The way they shine at night.
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