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The Third Country

 

Everything I learned

was proven wrong, twice

 

I threw up my hands

and renounced my former lives

 

As thieves came to power

there I resigned 

 

In time to escape

with my tiny life

 

Things are not what they

once where here, either

 

The talk is smoother

we swim with the undercurrent

 

People are more orderly

In their beliefs

 

It's a relief to finally know 

where you stand 

◄ South of South

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