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Somebody
I don’t envy anyone, they don’t envy me
I’m faceless somebody, you wouldn’t know my name
I mingle with the crowd, browsing free
Either alone I walk, I’m just the same
Never applied to reach ambitious goals
Lived on the margins, maybe for too long
Couldn’t care less about the social role
Still have no home, to where my soul belong
To all co-owners of their countries I can tell
This might be fun if I would be allowed
My little share of plentitude to sell
So one could buy what I can live without
I would be glad to get a fee for being here
Also a fee that can provide a better place
Where I can go to freely, with no fear
Of being checked on border by my face.
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Gregory Colodub
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