She was a white skinned black beauty,
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the daughter of an Indian
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Her Grandparents raised her in northern Illinois.
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I call her mother.
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He was the son of a hellfire holiness preacher woman.
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They say nobody was wilder,
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but maybe his brother.
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I call him father
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She was young, calling love.
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He was young, stealing love.
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We all got together for the first time last September.
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I said "Somebody take a photograph I've got a camera."
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Now I got me a favorite picture.
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Picture
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