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  “Nobody knows the trouble I’ve seen
Sun beats down on me My heart wavers up and down The heat seems endless A few steps forward is hard Your kind hand is out of reach
I am standing in a place that is something like a foreign country, but where I feel completely at home. It is a small country – its borders measure only 59 feet by 29.5 feet – but it has its own laws, customs and habits.
I was sitting at the table hearing my friends talk But I cannot say that I was listening, for something else caught my eye Across from us was a boy, just like me, just like you, just like them
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