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🖤🖤🖤

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There is just SOMETHING about this:

"Stony the road we trod,

Bitter the chastening rod,

Felt in the days when hope unborn had died;

Yet with a steady beat,

Have not our weary feet

Come to the place for which our fathers sighed?"

That gets me every single time. Tears and a chin-up, simultaneously. The seenness of these lyrics.

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You said that so beautifully - yessss!!!

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