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We the people
When "we the people" wander from where we ought to be and act like we've forgotten what made this nation free. - When fear like fog has dampened our eagerness to stand and we're no longer willing to lend a friend our hand. - Then we become a forest of one's so indiscreet we will never see the fire till its burning at our feet.
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