Sometimes I wish I should return,
throw this body to the ground before the judges
installed in all the marketplaces of my country,
and tell them, come, hang it
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Sometimes I wish I should stop hiding among rocks,
and feeding on the sunlight and on the wind,
sail across the ocean's nights and days.
I would then unload all my bones
into the arms of the soil smiling at my homecoming
and tell it I have no further part
in its future- - - - - -The sentiments of a soldier in exile, so marvelously expressed.
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Sometimes I wish I should stop hiding among rocks, and feeding on the sunlight and on the wind, sail across the ocean's nights and days. I would then unload all my bones into the arms of the soil smiling at my homecoming and tell it I have no further part in its future- - - - - -The sentiments of a soldier in exile, so marvelously expressed.