Shorn of rights
What was celebration years ago
people's hearts were to their birth
I walked and plagued my mind
west was born as an after thought
supplanting all others
to pleasant lands we betrothed
the winds came gently
october sneered in a umpirish manner
friends flaked the golden daffodils
refugees shorn of rights
to the dim lands
shorn to the apology of the east
now we are alone
nothing to think
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