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One people
I will not fight, I will not stand
For border, nor for any land
I need not know, am not concerned
Your place of birth or language learned
Too many wars are fought, too many die
Over province, pride, triumphal lie
I will not guard, I will not bar
The stranger landed from afar
They need a home, and wish to settle
Want to work, to show their metal
We can only profit...
Saturday 17th February 2018 3:06 pm
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