Mirror, mirror do they see
That's their roots are black like me
Eve is the mother of the universe 's family tree
So why is there hate
When they see me?
My brothers and sisters
Perhaps one day
You shall look into
The eyes of truth
To begin to see
That the apple somehow
Fell and rolled far
Away from the tree
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