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He Ain't Heavy

I was adopted and can remember it too,
I was three & my brother was two,
The horror of being taken away from our mom.
We left her sobbing. I tried to be calm.
Taken to a house of cribs and strange boys.
My brother and I didn't make any noise.
I kept on asking when mommy would come.
I couldn't accept it. I became numb.
Back then, my brother was all that I had.
I'd guard his crib as if I we...

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BROTHERHOOD

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