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