goes to zoo and botanical gardens of Buitenzorg
(still rainy)
* You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.




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