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i doubt i ever would to say
the use of my neglected way
that i forgot to understand
for sake of peace of native land
and when i die to come above
i’ll be the human search for love
and pride of mine won’t be robust
and so i’ll be transfered to dust
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i’m refugee from land of sale
i have the notice on email
that if i sale not am to die
from smartest variant of why
but for seclusion running on
i live alone i die alone
with prayer lone to lonely sky
to all alonely one on high
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i walk the way without the cash
with cry with lie with mortal dash
i cash no lord no god no king
no folk no jazz no girl no swing
i hope for jesus not in vain
that foes defeated be and slain
i hope for jesus night and day
that i my foes defeat and slay
my new English poetry
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