Brush pile burning
Flames grow higher in the sky
Crackles and pops sound
Peace povs
Peace comes in many colors Live with the rainbow Love comes in many vibes Feel the beat Learn to jive
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The evils of this World hold you by a leash to Stay in controll
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They were fools to interrupt this day My day Where I was to be wed to the man I love Did they not think I would be armed Did they not thin... -
Sons of night Wicked deeds Doomed they are
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