Why should we have creed and race,
Blind your loathsome eyes,
Do not look at their face;
Cherish what's inside.
Wars do not solve a thing
They bring nothing but sorrow
Happiness is what life should bring
You could die tomorrow
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The strongest wood on earth
Yet even an oak still bends when the wind blows
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