Exile 2
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Each one in exile:
Both the young and the ancient,
In a land that was once
Considered to be sacred.
Their tired eyes
Suggest empty promises.
They are the other
That cower amidst shadows.
They light new candles
For the old ceremony
They pray for an end
To perennial conflict.
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