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These Are The Days
From a very deep slumber arise!
To a morning that is cold;
A condition l so much despise,
Yet still l have to be bold_
For these are the days.
These are the days;
Through which we pass,
Towards a destination unknown.
Where victory remain concealed,
That is if it is there:
All we know are these days.
poem
by
Tafadzwa Matamba
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