This is the disease of sweat and tears,
a road of pain it steers.
In and out like a roaring fire,
can you hear the church choir?
Lives hanging simply by a thread,
lying here, on a death bed.
You can feel yourself burn and ache,
No doctor will admit their mistake.
Loved ones are lost right and left,
Others left shaken by an untimely death.
Their hope was lost,
until a blessing came, frost.
Raging fevers went cool,
robbed the fire of its fuel.
In response to the argument that the British have protected the colonies, Thomas Paine argues that while this is technically true, the British have only done so for their own economic gain, not out of a feeling of altruism.
Tradition, beliefs, religion, and family are what make us so distinct from one another.
I would go with option number [2]
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