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Although the particular editorial in question might well have made my tenure even shorter , this was not the reason it was never written . The main reason was that I could never quite find the exact words to express my feeling ...
Although the particular editorial in question might well have made my tenure even shorter , this was not the reason it was never written . The main reason was that I could never quite find the exact words to express my feeling ...
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One will never be freed from the fear of black men . Cannons grumble on the pillows throughout the night : the pulse . You should never have left me alone , Mother . Now we'll never find each other again . Never again .
One will never be freed from the fear of black men . Cannons grumble on the pillows throughout the night : the pulse . You should never have left me alone , Mother . Now we'll never find each other again . Never again .
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Your mother knows , though she never says . And perhaps one day , When you are old enough , You also will know -- if already The winds that come breezing in through your window And the little sparrows that come chip - chirping on the ...
Your mother knows , though she never says . And perhaps one day , When you are old enough , You also will know -- if already The winds that come breezing in through your window And the little sparrows that come chip - chirping on the ...
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