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It no longer snows where I go

And for what reason I do not know

But what do I do

When the people who know 

Seem to not really care

How many excuses can we make 

How many chances will we not take

It no longer snows where I go

And for how much longer, I do not know

There is no race in my society

Only people

To judge others on race

Is so feeble

So put away away the hate

The comes with no good reason

To hate another human

Leaves us all with a bloody lesion