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Mar 2022
How can this be it?
Wasn't there a talk of the promised land?
Where we could all be free,
running across the fabled white sand.

Here I am waiting for the day to come,
The day that will shine so bright.
And from the damp and cold corner,
I will walk into the light.
Written by
Maria Christina Lobo  26/F
(26/F)   
600
   SUDHANSHU KUMAR, Seren and Khoisan
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