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Racial Harmony So proud of myself, yes I am, A choice son of my father Adam. But the line from which I came, I have a suspicion it must be Cain, For frequently I hate my brother, My sister and many another. But Jesus told the few and the many, Love one another, even your enemy, And before Him I must admit, Tho I'm trying, still I do not always fit.
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