The Refugees
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Oh! ! Those sweet little feet
Trod up to the top of the hills and
Come down the valley low
They are travelers of a failed
Country and with bag and baggage
To the west they must go
They must travel in groups
They must travel making many files
To reach the fenced borders
They have to fight the guards
They have to die for their families
While disobeying the orders
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