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He slips silently through silvery shadows,
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Race, rill, creek to stream
joined the river's walk to freedom sea
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Her hand
covered his hand,
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We are two backs arched,
two fatal fists determined in pain.
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Her hand
covered his hand,
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We are two backs arched,
two fatal fists determined in pain.
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Race, rill, creek to stream
joined the river's walk to freedom sea
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He slips silently through silvery shadows,
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You know that brother calls to brother and blood is answered by blood.
When the moon grows white and fills the sky so all the shadows are
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I can sing a song of roses A dozen long stems upon your hearth.
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