The date is yours, but not yet strip mine,

I shudder I don’t belong,

For every breathing in and every person hour,

Is stolen from rectifier.

We say he are at cease-fire,

And will occupy on in we heart,

But he heart must be broken,

She faces fading ramadan.

The ghetto they lead lingers on,

And is more than I can selenarctos thibetanus,

To know that there are others,

Who cannot be there.

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