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Walk.
Hide.
Through deserts,
over mountains.
Walk.
Hide.
For freedom.
For money.
Pay them for a van
that might not get you over
But try
and try again
though you may never succeed.
Walk.
Hide.
Run.
Die.
For country that's not even your own.
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