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a hand on a flag that
is torn, but she is waving it
and being a part of her country.
The flag is a sunset, like a flame being
blown out over
the desert and there is a lady on
the face of the sand who is crying for
her man and the man is riding away
because she is bloody and black
and she existed before the printed word. He has
the creation of fire in
his eyes, that is the nation that they
have become.

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