Refugees
Years ago bold the Sun
Saffron lands
The waters depths plagued our mind
East was once a golden hue
The winds came gently
The August people steered
their heads converse as one
We were at peace
to the west
West is the best
Gold behests the streets
The Golden crowds
free at last
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