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Born

Oh, say child, that you can see
The worn-out leather holes, in the soles
are what keeps you free

Oh, say child, that the lights delight
Is felt on your shoulder
while you stand firm in your fight

And say child that you understand
There is no handed plan
Get up, beat down, stand up- represent
Master of your own fate

Oh say child

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