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Birds have no country, Fishes no country. Rivers count no Army, no Border. Showing thumbs to all raising guns and mighty kings, the rivers move running, tearing all barbed wires of the Border. O Man, where have you got the Border and the border-guards?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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