We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
I leave to new lands by boat inside where old men smoke cigar with far away looks, and the rocking sound comes again and again and I wish to speak my mind, but I can't, there is just a distant shore and beyond a forest, an old city with rusty buildings, hard lives doing labor, making babies, and some light shines at the center.
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For this land of the free A land deep in my heart I have risked to save More than once To California we came My great great grand...