O, People of This World
O, such as we were, people of this world, we unveiled ourselves
In black and white---yesterday or today, it doesn’t matter;
The beauty of poetry is many voices of the heart.
Our land is so rich of priceless arts, so as our mind, but still---
The land we know now is not really the land we’ve known before,
O, such as she was once, such as some wouldn’t like her to be.
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