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Wednesday, 1 February 2017

That land

Oh! let them flourish
Mercy ! my fellow beings
Those sharp tools ,
Keep away from me

Shine of every daylight ,
Let it rain on me
Help !
Do not chain me

Let them flourish
My little wings
As they sing to me
Ruffling in the wind
Songs of the land
Where I ought to be ..

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