'A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language.'
W. H. Auden
I live here where it happened
Revolution burst from these mountains
Rage took over the men
As the enemy took our land
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I had from the start
Carried a broken heart
One which endured all grief
And always found a way to forgive
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Lonely as the cloud in the sky
Everything makes me cry
Tears that destroy sorrow
And set the path for tomorow
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I loved you for no reason
Sometimes it had no meaning
I could see no one but you
And I knew my love was true
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People are deaf
they cover their ears for not to hear
the taken life
struglling to survive
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