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Can You Hear My Cry
Cry and cry, till I die
Can you hear, I want you by me
As we used to play
In the long golden grass,
My beautiful one. Long gone
Four years, but still with me
Played till state authorities saw
And stole from us our life,
Raped us for themselves
Persecuted us, we ran, not mad
To escape their tether chains cells
Far away, beyond altitude.
For we are ...
Sunday 4th November 2018 6:38 pm
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