People did want to stone us, do you remember North Carolina, My Love, as they picked up the rocks? The ungodly imbedded code of hating us, our two different colors. They were blind though.
But we walked through their fire, as we always did for years later, and we reached farther, taking hold of the holy bonding. In our fire we were victorious
fooling every one of them
by getting married, and staying that way. Even though they still stare at us in Pennsylvania.
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