In you I see a harvest…a harvest of our dreamsFor you’re the earthchild with the ancestral logicYou’re the owner of wise songsMagnanimous in trading them to those who seekYou’re the palm branch with great wineWhich turns hopeless patriotical thirst…into a hopeful oneEven through the frying of wicked squatters…whose stomachs are all they seekAll a nation […]
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