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The street... our territory!
We patronize the street Running up and down; the street’s errand Workers of the street Making lively mood our land We enrich th...
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I saw you when dead to the world at dusk, clad in matching attires of refuge worn for sedition stolen from those meant to protect from thef...
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Yesterday the sun rose It began to darken our days Brighter and bitter, its rays did burn To more darkness our days did fall Tod...
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Let me whisper afore your auricle, the mysterious love of divinity… God loves you so much! He sends the scorching sun to grace yo...
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