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Twenty miles left to the shore
Hello my old country hello
Stars are just beginning to appear
And I have never in my life before been here
And it’s my heart, not me, who cannot ply
That base conclusion you may write
Watching me sit here bolt upright and cry
For no good reason at the Eastern sky
And the tilt of this strange nation
And the will to remain for the duration
Waving the flag, feeling it drag
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