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To and fro
From every angel born
To every shattered soul,
From every broken boy
To every soul restored,
In the hearts of man
I move to and fro.
From being a lone hand
To my heart enfrosed,
From where it begun
To where it was enclosed,
For attention treatment
They move to and fro
From where it was observed
To the hub of my soul.
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Polen Chongo
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