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Dec 2012
O Captain, my Captain
I am sick of being a Pioneer
I am sick of having my body being sung electric
I am sick of these lilacs always blooming in my door-yard

O Captain, my Captain
I don't want to walk along with Him
I don't want to be a Gnostic
I don't want to be divine

O Captain, my Captain
Let me be free of this dreadful  uniqueness
Let me plod along life, uninhibited by aspirations to greatness
Let me be the million, not the one
Nuha Fariha
Written by
Nuha Fariha  Philadelphia, PA
(Philadelphia, PA)   
   Catrina Sparrow
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