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Tell me about your sojourn

they told you how rich and happy they were they were for your ears; they know you are greedy your family was in chaos; you can't live in a kiosk via Libya; you found yourself in Italy Tell me about it; did you not show love to dogs? Oya come home come and show off your wealth throw them in the air; let your people give you big names; but tell no one about your shame.

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