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Your skin is black,
My skin is White
God didnt mean for us to fight.
He made us both
And we know hes right.
PEACE, BROTHER!
Youve got your trials,
Ive mine as well.
Wed be surprised
How, parallel
Our lives are to each other.
So, with this very thought in mind
Lets search for ways and means to find
PEACE, BROTHER!
But, for those of you who hate to love,
And some who love to hate,
And those that say, It cant be
found
And say,
Its much too late.
REST-IN-PEACE, BROTHER!
Hannah (0008)
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