in the far north
where the we..
refers to me..
and the name in me..
retain mental reproach
and absolute devotion
without regret,
far in the east,
where we visit
with hope for rain
the lnd is dry
and our heart do fry
in style we pray,
right here where we
try to please
the satire is damn too
good cry.
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