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The searching for life


Coming in a country Without family Coming for searching For a life better For your future. Coming without money , And without clothes Going to church Praising the Holy Father To ask him Why did we have to leave everything? And come with nothing ! Is that our mistake ,and lies That make us move. Some of us died because Of our pain Water from our eyes , Coming out each morning and night. But we still believe that One day ,one day We will win . And this time They will have no cry No pain,no lies.
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Anne Laury Brissault

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