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Staple Of Truth And Reconciliation

s just you and me and history. So take your heart, LIBERATE IT PLEASE, on the threshold of liberty. May I have this dance before we die? And in the fall

every word It's just so hard to obey: Trojan horse lies filled with big butterflies and they bought me. They took the bate. Hook, line and false, flaky, dimple-creased smile. Sit back and

They're coming to take our resolve away. To steal all the progress that we have made. Our backs to the wall, but our hands gripped like steel, And we

minds away 'til they believe the truth that we've made." "We throw their hearts away so they will fit our society." I'M NOT SOLD SO EASILY. TRUTH IS

've made by the deeds ink tells; Of valiant feats, it should spell. For we vow to stand until the end or die. And the scars we've acquired aren't shadowed