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God
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above
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a
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mother's
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love
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a
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guiding
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hand
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to
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pick
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you
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up
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to
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crush
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her
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like
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a
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coffee
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cup.
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Why?
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Crossing
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guard
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or
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yellow
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bus,
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our
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children
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teach
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us
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who
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to
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trust.
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The
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worst
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can't
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kill
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what's
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best
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in
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us.
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But
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they
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can
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try.
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America
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will
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rise
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against
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the
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people
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of
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the
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lie.
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I
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love
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you
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more
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than
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hate
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loves
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war.
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Renee
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Good
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born
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to
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die
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free.
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American
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mother
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of
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three.
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Seventh
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day
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January
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a
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bullet
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for
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each
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child,
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you
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see,
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the
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color
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of
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her
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eye.
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930
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Minneapolis
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to
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desecrate
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domestic
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bliss,
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three
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bullets
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blast,
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three
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babies
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kissed,
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Renee
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the
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domestic
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terrorist?
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What
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you
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can't
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kill,
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can't
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die.
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America
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will
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rise
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against
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the
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people
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of
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the
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lie.
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I
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am
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not
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mad
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at
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you,
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Lord,
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you're
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the
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reason
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I
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was
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there.
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Could
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you
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stop
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a
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heart
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from
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breaking
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by
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having
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it
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not
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care?
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Could
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you
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stop
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a
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bullet
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in
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midair?
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The
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power
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of
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the
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people
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is
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so
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much
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stronger
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than
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the
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people
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in
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power.
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In
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the
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streets
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with
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children
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playing,
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in
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the
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churches
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where
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they're
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praying,
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school
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teachers
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are
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explaining,
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America,
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America,
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the
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power
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of
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the
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people.
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