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| The Boy by � moon_grace Just a young boy�s morning down by the stream Reaching down in the water for a golden gleam His gift from the earth, and that was the start When he met a white trader with a cold black heart. When a boy passed the stone into a trader�s hand. Soon the cries would be heard all throughout the land It would soon tear a whole people�s nation apart Trading one golden nugget for a weight in his heart. |
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