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What is wrong with this justice
That life will have its ends
Love leads to life
Have it more abundantly
Don't lose it in its waste
Lift thyself up, oh friend
Stand straight.
Shine.
But don't mistake your light
To be the brightest shine.
We've worked our fingers to the bone
We've labored lives and pain
Truth is always struggling
To give itself birth
I'm not a desert dweller.
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