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I can hear America


I can hear America working their shuffling feet and their clasping hands I can hear America singing with their tutting horms and their high pitched whistles I can hear America speaking with their wise words and their unforgettable quotes I can hear America listening with open ears and their ready words Yet I can't hear, nor see, nor move, nor work Because in this land I was not an american, I was born outside. I can hear america I can hear their shuffling feet, and their clasping hands, I can hear their songs and i can hear their words I can hear them all I can America working for their dream I can hear America moving for what they want. I am not from American but I am human I can hear America working, moving, shuffling and singing all outside the fence.
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