so my friends told me that i would marry a white farmer, have lots of kids, and cook. . . . . . . and they wonder why i get depressed!!!
Finally Woken
Long lay the world in sin and error pining 'Til He appeared and the soul felt its worth A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices For yonder breaks a new and glorous morn.

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