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an old poem | ||
You make me feel like a country, A country modest and plain, That's nobody's destination, just space you cross on a train, That leaves no memory lasting, No legend or fairy-tale; I tried very hard to make you Surprised; it looks like I failed. But now I can't find my way to The person I was before. I'm living on as a country - A country that lost the war.
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