Oh! why so many diferences,
Oh! why so many differences,
some for colour,
some for skin,
they do not know that they are destroying themselves,
they do not know much,
but they know too such,
they keep argunig,
but don't reach a point,
where there lies the actual dead lock joint,
they only add paint to makr their hearts faint,
Oh! why so many differences,
Oh! why so many differences.
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