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While watching from my perch above,
I spied a young man, black and in love
With a girl from across the street,
Who was all white, from head to feet.
The problem was they could never get together,
Because she was pale, and he was a brother,
So those two never did speak,
And he just kept walking, down the street.
Why do people live with hate?
It’s just love in a different place.
We all must learn to overcome,
Because, in reality, we all are one.
The boy again, I never did see,
But the girl I saw, weeping daily.
Why did society need to separate them?
A perfect match, set in heaven.
I mean, aren’t we all the same within?
Every part identical, except for the skin.
If you prick us, do we not bleed,
If we love then do we not need?
Why can’t society learn to change its ways?
Don’t need to be a place where prejudice prevails.
Every day, I look down on her crying face and,
Every day, I cry a tear in disgrace.
Why do people live with hate?
It’s just love in a different place.
Can’t we all learn to overcome?
Because, in the end, all are one.
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