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‘I belong to this And you belong to that Here is a line in the grass That you may not pass You stay on that side I stay on this Here is a laminated card Without it life is hard You talk in that way I talk in this Those similar I hold dear But you cannot come here I have this symbol You have your own Three colours on a rag You have an uglier flag I am one type of person You are a different kind Our kind cannot be mixed For our categories are fixed.’ Nations – what a load of old ********
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Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 3:15 AM UTC
Nations
‘I belong to this And you belong to that Here is a line in the grass That you may not pass You stay on that side I stay on this Here is a laminated card Without it life is hard You talk in that way I talk in this Those similar I hold dear But you cannot come here I have this symbol You have your own Three colours on a rag You have an uglier flag I am one type of person You are a different kind Our kind cannot be mixed For our categories are fixed.’ Nations – what a load of old ********
nyteshade
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Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 3:15 AM UTC
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