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My teacher sometimes becomes a weaver To weave her dreams and turns them My teacher sometimes becomes a weaver To weave her dreams and turns them
As fear is no more. As fear is no more.
I will be free and Grateful When laborers have a home I will be free and Grateful When laborers have a home
During their journey From school to yard Blooming brimming beyond their ward They breathe a... During their journey From school to yard Blooming brimming beyond their wa...