Text race history for they used to say we would not make it (hinduism)

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Fireflies, a million little pieces, feeds the dying light, and brings me back to life. In your eyes, I see something to believe in, your hands are like a flame, your palms' the sweetest pain.

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1863 2019-06-04 14:03:47 94.98 99%