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MY FRIENDS...
I suffer no fear of death
For my toil dwells in yesterday
In these lands, sand-swept
I yearn only for the shade
All these days I am forsaking
And hiraeth is to blame
In the heat of sun, baking
For every day is the same
‘My friends
I will be home soon’
Published 20th Oct 2016
| Edited 23rd Nov 2016
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20th Oct 2016 6:21am
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