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Peace, Love, and Oprah Winfrey
On the third, we were Special operations for our guests In the imbibing chapter of the livid I am what I own, for never again To live like the free without In security I will, run a war, Which means no chance for the enemy But in solemnness I pain And plan to relieve in rest and newform directions With Solomonβs seal- yours Run a country in the hand of abolition Which is security-all, to the chapter And sincering your ecstasy to be at home Your country is the least of my separations A bird singing peacefully- To and of Oprah Winfrey