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This country of mine Cries out for salvation All directions point inward And the rain comes ever too often - This country of mine She is an empty well seductress Preying on the thirst of the wanting - This country of mine Is the silent orchestra The songs ofthe jail yard The cries from the underbelly - This country of mine Is the most sorrowful of graves
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May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 2:43 AM UTC
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This country of mine Cries out for salvation All directions point inward And the rain comes ever too often - This country of mine She is an empty well seductress Preying on the thirst of the wanting - This country of mine Is the silent orchestra The songs ofthe jail yard The cries from the underbelly - This country of mine Is the most sorrowful of graves
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May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 2:43 AM UTC
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