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Refugee Blues di W.H. Auden
Say this city has ten milion souls.Some are living in mansions, some are living in holes:Yet there’s no place for us, my dear, yet there’s no place for us
Once we had a country and we thought it fair.Look in the atlas and you’ll find it there:we cannot go there now, my dear, we cannot go there now.
In the village…