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Tragic Reality:
Swain The heart is the most tragic organ It has the ability to give life And the ability to take it away Loveless and Hopeless is the world People afraid to follow truth For the fear of rejection from the masses These cowards walk among us I was once a coward Afraid to walk my own path Enlightened Am I For I have found solace within me I am not afraid Anymore
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