I own nothing.
Shall crime breed crime forever, Strength aiding still the strong? Is it thy will, Creator, That we shall toil for wrong? "No," say thy mountains; "no," thy skies; Our clouded sun shall brightly rise, And songs be heard instead of sighs: God, save the people! www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rw1j...
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