II. The dead walked again
[The un-welcomed Land I belonged to…] The dead walked again,From what they called camps.They stumbled again,But they had handsTo hold them from the fall. This time, they had hope sparklingIn …
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The un-welcomed land I belong to.
We belong to the land that no longer welcome us. Men with white hats stood tallpiercing the azure tapestrywitnessing what has gone by.What is happening and what is lined up …
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