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They call me outsider
and I simply smile. For how can they know but I've been that a while. Too primal to be civilized, too white to be black, too timid to be powerful, never talking back. In both lands of sun I will never belong, but I can tell stories, I can speak song. So let no one tell me that my ways are wrong.
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