immagration injustice

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America, the land of ego that separate us from our neighbors   We are much too proud to be associated with visiting labor
Haunted by the past revisted in my dreams The time you were in my life, a clear picture emerges to my memory, Tryn to recollect  Left with Your absence in my chest The sound of  your voice escapes my thoughts Covering the tears in my eyes.
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