We was born from the same womb
to the world the same fate,
but we throw in the parting-is space
in the east-west
I find our minds since the time off run
you with your stories own record in the region
I am here with my father, mother,
younger brothers and sisters
until the day old stories
we only count fingers meet
in the east and west so much death and the distance
to pick up my younger sister of men
that you go precedes
sweeten my house we live in reveal a witness's
brothers have my pan coastal fate
that we explore as a young girl
now I women dusk through the beach
a self no longer to shake
out of life now is
only like this for us as a sisters How
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