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It
is
now
rags,
but
only
heaven
knows
how
i
feel
and
what
i
think
of
this,
that
was
a
dream
in
captivity.
Men
wave,
the
leaves
greets
us
too,
but
this
rag
guarantees
my
freeman.
I
clothe
in
what
should
be
your
rags
but
i
love
my
fate.
'Glow
lit,
fly
high,
fade
away
in
my
death,
defeat
the
fit,
sing
with
unheard
tune
like
the
birds
because
you
are
a
blessing'
Copyright © Mista Witnes | Year Posted 2013
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