Home No Longer

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I don't want to live

in my country anymore

if I'm forced to eat the rich

over bread, since I'm now poor.

 

I don't want to die

on these grounds tonight,

but if the earth wants to claim me,

I won't put up a fight.

 

this was the world I was left.

my footprint is small.

I'm only me; that's not a lot,

but I'll be here for the fall.

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