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I Will Die A RefugeeThe sun shines down on to my face, / Scars of old times my fingers can’t trace, / Family and friends that were close to my heart,

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Garden PondWater so blue, trickles during the night, / Along with the sounds of birds taking flight, / The croaking of frogs, hiding behind leaves,

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