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And I want you to know, brethren, I think you just laid the foundation stones -and broke the fields, you Pentecostal brothers who stood out here with a tambourine in your hand when you didn't have a church to go to, when the people laughed and throwed rotten eggs at you, and you laid in jail all night, broke corn on the railroad tracks, your children went hungry. God bless your gallant soul.
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