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It was in the White House
That they made a declaration that;
No condition is permanent
Which tugged our ears to the witnessing sun.
Our heart skipped into the sky
When the black hand admitted it
And grabbed the White House.
With the fast arm of time that fastens our skin to its earthen color.
Both the red and color leg
quicken their foot to walk into it
To stamp a multiple color in the WHITE HOUSE.