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Most quarrels amplify a misunderstanding.

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Those Who Hurt and Go

When you've been hurt and it is felt,
Is if felt like no one else?
When you've been scandalized to dirt...
Is this a group effort that's hurt?

And when forgiveness is expected,
Is it easy to forget...
Those who left you feeling grief.
Perceiving you to over-react.
And you to be too sensitive.

When you've been hurt and it is felt,
Is if felt like no one else?
When you've been scandalized to dirt...
Is this a group effort that's hurt?

And when forgiveness is expected,
Is it easy to forget...
Those who left you feeling grief.
Perceiving you to over-react.
And you to be too sensitive.

There is a misunderstanding...
As to who should feel what deeply.
To what degree a hurt is felt.
And who is left to grieve.

When you've been hurt and it is felt,
Is if felt like no one else?
When you've been scandalized to dirt...
Is this a group effort that's hurt?

No!
No!
No-no-no.

There's a misunderstanding...
As to who should feel what deeply.
To what degree a hurt is felt.
And who is left to grieve.

There's a misunderstanding...
As to who should feel what deeply.
To what degree a hurt is felt.
And who is left to grieve.

And when forgiveness is expected,
Is it easy to forget...
Those who left you feeling grief,
Believing you are weak.

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Carnal Mind

Misunderstanding, sing, ring, guns, arise, dine, dean, sane, made, dues, ant;
And like the carnal mind!
But true love, care and concern for all is what we need as human beings.

Misunderstanding, rag, dig, rand, rend, sender, issue, aids, aide, aid, sit, sun;
And like the muse of love as compared to the muse of hatred! !
But the carnal mind had taken over and, minkind is now faced with wars!
However, true love, care and concern for all is what we need.

Misunderstanding, saint, stain, nun, mare, tear, near, seas, sea, sears, sear, gun, sages;
With hatred everywhere today to overcome the fruits of love!
But we the human beings need to change for the better! !
Because the wars are killing us all,
And we need a better home with love than hatred.

Misunderstanding, ears, ear, era, are, dare, dear, read, tan, run, ran, age, ages, sine;
Why should we throw bombs against each other? ! !
When this earth was meant for you and i;
For, it is better to live peacefully than with hatred that leads to war!
And, you and i know the truth onthis earth.

Misunderstanding, rats, tar, tars, is, sin, gin, den, miss, at, as, Miss, sad, mad, sage, sat;
And like the very acts of the carnal mind! !
But, is there any hope for us? !
Then we better think twice before killing someone because of hatred;
For his earth is the only one that we have.

Misunderstanding, under, understand, stand, standing, end, and, star, rat, satrs, rise;
Mind your language and watch your lips!
For we need to understand each other in a very peaceful way;
And like the sweet muse of love,
For e carnal mind is all that we need to control! !

Misunderstanding, dam, side, ride, am, in, Inn, seat, seats, sand, set, sets, sits, due;
And like the rainbow colours teachings us how to mix up with each other,
For the carnal mind had taken us to the other side!
And, war had been to us like the way we do spell out our names! !

Misunderstanding, use, uses, mind, mean, mine, man, men, sue, sues, mend, range, me;
And like the carnal mind in conflict with each other!
But, it is time we know the difference betwen right and wrong;
For, peace is better than war!

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Ive Been Missing You

Its not because Ive just been caught
Its not as if I planned this
I didnt give a single thought
One big misunderstanding
I see how things look from your side
I see how youre hurting
The reason that I didnt hide
One big misunderstanding
So I blew it again just like I always do
Its too late for sorry, this much is true
I did what I did
Just to make my way through
One more day far away from you
And Ive been missing you
Its not the first wont be the last time
Ive been caught red-handed
To tell the truth I cannot lie
One big misunderstanding
I havent got an alibi
And I cant stop them talking
Cross my heart and hope to die
One big misunderstanding
So I blew it again just like I always do
For the things that I did Im saying sorry to you
But I did what I did and I paid my dues
Ive been missing you
Its not the first wont be the last time
Ive been caught red-handed
To tell the truth I cannot lie
One big misunderstanding
I havent got an alibi
And I cant stop them talking
I cross my heart and hope to die
One big misunderstanding
So I blew it again just like I always do
For the things that I did Im saying sorry to you
But I did what I did and I paid my dues
Ive been missing you

song performed by Ub40
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Art of Misunderstanding

Awkward silence, funny situation
Fatal mistake, disaster drama
Cold war, unfortunate tragedy
Misunderstanding could lead an irony

Wrong impression, lack of communication
Ego party, early judgment
Social gap, culture shock
Misunderstanding raise from intolerance

Same purpose, different perception
Same question, different talk
Same fear, different heart
Misunderstanding tests our character

In short period, in long term
The dark past, the uncertain future
Shaking the world, dividing people
Misunderstanding define where we lay our trust

Interesting love plot, mastermind crime
Underlying meaning, uncompleted sentence
Slice of life, sketch of comic
Misunderstanding is a human story

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Quarrels are essence.

Internal quarrels produce poetry.
Societal quarrels bring out story.
External quarrels adduce theory.
Sexual quarrels reproduce arts.
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poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Canto the First

I
I want a hero: an uncommon want,
When every year and month sends forth a new one,
Till, after cloying the gazettes with cant,
The age discovers he is not the true one;
Of such as these I should not care to vaunt,
I'll therefore take our ancient friend Don Juan—
We all have seen him, in the pantomime,
Sent to the devil somewhat ere his time.

II
Vernon, the butcher Cumberland, Wolfe, Hawke,
Prince Ferdinand, Granby, Burgoyne, Keppel, Howe,
Evil and good, have had their tithe of talk,
And fill'd their sign posts then, like Wellesley now;
Each in their turn like Banquo's monarchs stalk,
Followers of fame, "nine farrow" of that sow:
France, too, had Buonaparté and Dumourier
Recorded in the Moniteur and Courier.

III
Barnave, Brissot, Condorcet, Mirabeau,
Petion, Clootz, Danton, Marat, La Fayette,
Were French, and famous people, as we know:
And there were others, scarce forgotten yet,
Joubert, Hoche, Marceau, Lannes, Desaix, Moreau,
With many of the military set,
Exceedingly remarkable at times,
But not at all adapted to my rhymes.

IV
Nelson was once Britannia's god of war,
And still should be so, but the tide is turn'd;
There's no more to be said of Trafalgar,
'T is with our hero quietly inurn'd;
Because the army's grown more popular,
At which the naval people are concern'd;
Besides, the prince is all for the land-service,
Forgetting Duncan, Nelson, Howe, and Jervis.

V
Brave men were living before Agamemnon
And since, exceeding valorous and sage,
A good deal like him too, though quite the same none;
But then they shone not on the poet's page,
And so have been forgotten:—I condemn none,
But can't find any in the present age
Fit for my poem (that is, for my new one);
So, as I said, I'll take my friend Don Juan.

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poem by Byron from Don Juan (1824)
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Misunderstanding

In this world
There is a big misunderstanding
Between the East and the West
Betwee men and women
Between Self and Other
Between ice and fire

And some
are trying
to solve
the big misunderstanding
some
good some
but some
but good some

Hope
to solve
the big misunderstanding
& all
& all
Live
(a good life)

poem by Eman Elbadawi
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What a Big Misunderstanding

What a big misunderstanding
that I got into on my own
(and I wanted to reconcile with you)
when I knocked in vain

with you not being home
and you appeared with someone else out of the dark.
What a big misunderstanding
that I got into on my own

(some will probably call me stupid)
and I wanted to curse,
even wanted to assault that bloke
when I saw you kissing him,
what a big misunderstanding
that I got into on my own

poem by Gert Strydom
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Our Misunderstanding

Rip out the trees and plant your flag
Now I know just where you stand
Nature means nothing to you
Something that you can't control
And we make ourselves miserable
Trying to fill the hole
It's sad that our misunderstanding
Has turned into a war
I don't know you anymore
How was I supposed to know
I was steppin' on your toes
The momentum builds to a fever pitch
Talkin' but I just can't hear
Watchin' our problems multiply
Wishin' they would disappear
It's sad that our misunderstanding
Has turned into a war
I don't know you anymore, anymore
And our love got lost in the translation
And when I see you out
You're a stranger to me now
You're a stranger to me now
I, I wish I could talk to you
I wish I could make you see
How much I care
How much you mean to me
That our misunderstanding
Has turned into a war
I don't know you anymore, anymore
And our love got lost in the translation
And when I see you out
You're a stranger to me now
You're a stranger to me now

song performed by Fastball
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Misunderstanding

There must be some misunderstanding
There must be some kind of mistake
I waited in the rain for hours
And you were late
Now its not like me to say the right thing
But you couldve called to let me know
I checked your number twice, dont understand it
So I went home
Well Id been waiting for this weekend
I thought that maybe we could see a show
Never dreamed Id have this feeling
Oh but seeing you is believing
Thats why I dont know why
You didnt show up that night
There must be some misunderstanding
There must be some kind of mistake
I was waiting in the rain for hours
And you were late
Since then Ive been running around trying to find you
I went to the places that we always go
I rang your home but got no answer
Jumped in my car, I went round there
Still dont believe it
He was just leaving
There must be some misunderstanding
There must be some kind of mistake...

song performed by Genesis
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The Misunderstanding

I'm charmed yet chagrined by this misunderstanding--
As when, after a riot, my city's smashed-in stores appear all
Boarded up, billboarded over, with ads for wind-insurance.
Similarly, swimmingly, I miss the point. You too?

And my misunderstanding doesn't stop there, it grows--soon
I can't see why that sudden influx of fugitives,
All the world's escapees, rubbing themselves lasciviously against the
Berlin Wall.
They stick like placards to it. Like napalm. Like ads for--

And me, I haven't even bought my biodegradable genitalia yet!
No. I was born slow, but picking up speed I run through
Our burnt-out streets, screaming, refusing to buy a house.
Finally, exasperated, the misunderstanding overtakes me, snatches
up

Handcuffs. So now here I am, found with all you others
Impatiently craning, in this queue that rumors out of sight up ahead
somewhere,
Clutching our cash eager to purchase whatever it is, nervous
As if bombs were about to practice land-reform upon our bodies,

Redistribution of eyes, toes, arms, here we stand. Then, some new
Age starts.

poem by Bill Knott
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Out Of Egypt

Eve's misunderstanding,
Cain's misunderstanding,
Nimrod's misunderstanding,
A false witness will utter lies;
For the 60-year-old apple tree has fallen.

To the prayers of the saints,
Ten of tens of love to share to all mankind;
But, the planter still lives.
Of thousands of thousands,
Of millions of millions,
Of billions of billions,
Of trillions of trillions,
Of zillions of zillions,
The 60-year-old apple tree has fallen.

Ten thousand times ten thousand,
Disease is like a seditive!
So, use your senses well in times like this.
Of many years gone by,
Of many tears gone by,
Of many fears gone by,
Of many wears gone by,
Like the precious oil upon my head;
And like him who sits on the throne.

Power, riches and wisdom;
Strength, honour and glory;
It is just like the dew of Hermon where,
The blessing of this compact city is with us always.
It started with Eve,
It started with Cain,
It started with Nimrod,
The works of Man's hand;
Like the letters of Baal out of Egypt.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Few Words

A few words
Could bring more than a sound
Touch the ears turn wry to golden smile
or sharper than a glass to cut into pieces

Misunderstanding,
Winding up a road between us
Separating emotions out of mind from the case
Would be wrong to let ego reign the grace
How ignorant sometimes heart could be?
Deaf two ears, and blinding opened eyes
Pretend the silence is your voice
Avoiding you is not a choice

Misunderstanding
A curse of few words
Lead a way to stray from the truth
A plead for apologizing replied by ignoring
A few words used for fighting and shouting and hurting
You............Silence
Standing still but beautifully broken
I looked into your eyes and surprised
In a mirror of a story without lies
Heard...listened a word...'sorry'
Encodes a meaning of 'Forgive me'
No, your lips tightly sealed
It is your voice within sent to me

A few words
I used as the sharp glass tease
Cut you deeply, and you bleed
Saw it all behind the naked eyes
But you still standing to hold me
Never mind how wrong i can be
How i can find a magic in a few words
To heal your pain stained and clot
Regretting how wrong i did to you
To believe unreal and count your tears
I never thought so hurtful this way
When i thinking of myself it linking to you
I hurting myself whenever i hurt you

A few words
I tried to search for proper sorry
Would you blind your eyes, deaf two ears?
Words crime sound nothing but now i fear?
It fears me as i don't to lose you
...Forget the past and start a new
we never meant to be hurt...
You replied with A few words

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In Balance

IN BALANCE - SO WE BE HAPPY
Sweet love's urgings seem, soft, oft ignored,
Or censored, checked, or wanting wings to fly
With fearless feelings which would amplify
Emotions into ecstasy: - accord
Complicit, total. Can melodic chord
An empathy inspire, and fortify
Nascent love's lyre? Now may we two ally,
Become, dear heart, as bonded twins, towards
Eternity advance enchantment scored.
Harmonics tuned to hopes shared unify
Autonomy and love as you and I
Prepare fair future, peace is our reward.
Pray we'll find way to perfect harmony,
Yin-Yang, in balance, yielding sacred key.

25 April 1990 revised 14 January 2010
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SO WE CAN BE...

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Sweet seem love’s [s]urgings, soft dream oft ignored,
Or held in check, or wanting wings to fly
With seamless stitch which, rich, may amplify
Emotions urging ecstasy - accord
Complete, completing. Chord without discord
Adds harmonies that always fortify.
New birth discover now, twin souls ally,
Become, dear heart, as bonded, turn toward
Eternity as one, enchanted cord.
Hesitations fade, hopes unify
Aspirations, braid as one you, I.
Prepare together peace as shared reward.
Perfection knows no ploy, prayers answered see
Yin, Yang blend girl and boy, yield sacred key.

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External AND Internal acrostic SO WE CAN BE HAPPY
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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So We Can Be

SO WE CAN BE
Sweet seems love surging, Soft dream oft ignored,
Or held in check, Or wanting wings to fly
With seamless stitch Which, rich, may amplify
Emotions urging Ecstasy - accord
Complete, completing. Chord without discord
Adds harmonies that Always fortify.
New birth discover Now, twin souls ally,
Become, dear heart, as Bonded, turn toward
Eternity as one, Enchanted cord.
Hesitations fade, Hopes unify
Aspirations, braid As one you and I.
Prepare together Peace as shared reward.
Perfection knows no ploy, Prayers answered see
Yin, Yang blend girl and boy Yield sacred key.

15 January 2009
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External AND Internal acrostic (capitalized) SO WE CAN BE HAPPY
See below: In Balance
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IN BALANCE - SO WE BE HAPPY
Sweet love's urgings seem, soft, oft ignored,
Or censored, checked, or wanting wings to fly
With fearless feelings which would amplify
Emotions into ecstasy: - accord
Complicit, total. Can melodic chord
An empathy inspire, and fortify
Nascent love's lyre? Now may we two ally,
Become, dear heart, as bonded twins, towards
Eternity advance enchantment scored.
Harmonics tuned to hopes shared unify
Autonomy and love as you and I
Prepare fair future, peace is our reward.
Pray we'll find way to perfect harmony,
Yin-Yang, in balance, yielding sacred key.

25 April 1990 revised 14 January 2010
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See So We Can Be robi03_1840_robi03_0000 BSX_LXX
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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The Home Fire

The home fire
(george weiss / bob thiele)
Pardon the smile on my face my friend
Dreamin of reachin my journeys end
Im headin straight for my hearts desire
Gee, its good to know Im near the home fire
All of the folks that I love are there
I got a date with my favourite chair
With every step every hope grows higher
Didnt know how much I missed the home fire
The noises, the tv, the rusty old pipes
The cat always teasin my dog
The neighbours, the quarrels, the screaming of kids
For the first time in years Ill sleep like a log
Heaven is waiting for me, my friend
Seven or eight dreams around the bend
And if youre ever in town inquire
Well be glad to have you share the home fire
Yes, the noises, the tv, the rusty old pipes
The cat always teasin my dog
The neighbours, the quarrels, the scream of the kids
For the first time in years Ill sleep like a log
Heaven is waiting for me, my friend
Seven or eight dreams around the bend
And if youre ever in town inquire
Well be glad to have you share the home fire
Well be glad to have you share the home fire

song performed by Louis Armstrong
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Bad Fish

When you grab a hold of me
Tell me that Ill never be set free
But Im a parasite, creep and crawl I step into the night.
Two pints of booze
Tell me are you a badfish too? are you a badfish too?
Aint got no money to spend
I hope the night will never end
Lord knows Im weak
Wont somebody get me off of this reef
Baby your a big blue whale
Grab the reef when all duck diving fails
I swim but I wish Ive never learned
The waters too polluted with germs
I dive deep when its ten feet overhead
Grab the reef underneath my bed
Its underneath my bed
Aint got no quarrels with God aint got no time to grow old
Lord knows Im weak
Wont somebody get me off of this reef
Aint got no quarrels with god. aint got no time to get old
Lord knows Im weak
Wont somebody get me off of this reef

song performed by Sublime
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The Hunting of the Snark: An Agony in Eight Fits

Fit the First.
THE LANDING

"Just the place for a Snark!" the Bellman cried,
As he landed his crew with care;
Supporting each man on the top of the tide

By a finger entwined in his hair.
"Just the place for a Snark! I have said it twice:
That alone should encourage the crew.
Just the place for a Snark! I have said it thrice:

What I tell you three times is true."
The crew was complete: it included a Boots—
A maker of Bonnets and Hoods—
A Barrister, brought to arrange their disputes—

And a Broker, to value their goods.
A Billiard-marker, whose skill was immense,
Might perhaps have won more than his share—
But a Banker, engaged at enormous expense,

Had the whole of their cash in his care.
There was also a Beaver, that paced on the deck,
Or would sit making lace in the bow:
And had often (the Bellman said) saved them from wreck,

Though none of the sailors knew how.
There was one who was famed for the number of things
He forgot when he entered the ship:
His umbrella, his watch, all his jewels and rings,

And the clothes he had bought for the trip.
He had forty-two boxes, all carefully packed,
With his name painted clearly on each:
But, since he omitted to mention the fact,
They were all left behind on the beach.

The loss of his clothes hardly mattered, because
He had seven coats on when he came,
With three pairs of boots—but the worst of it was,
He had wholly forgotten his name.

He would answer to "Hi!" or to any loud cry,
Such as "Fry me!" or "Fritter my wig!"
To "What-you-may-call-um!" or "What-was-his-name!"
But especially "Thing-um-a-jig!"

While, for those who preferred a more forcible word,
He had different names from these:

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poem by Lewis Carroll (1876)
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The Professional Wanderer

When you’ve knocked about the country—been away from home for years;
When the past, by distance softened, nearly fills your eyes with tears—
You are haunted oft, wherever or however you may roam,
By a fancy that you ought to go and see the folks at home.
You forget the family quarrels—little things that used to jar—
And you think of how they’ll worry—how they wonder where you are;
You will think you served them badly, and your own part you’ll condemn,
And it strikes you that you’ll surely be a novelty to them,
For your voice has somewhat altered, and your face has somewhat changed—
And your views of men and matters over wider fields have ranged.
Then it’s time to save your money, or to watch it (how it goes!);
Then it’s time to get a ‘Gladstone’ and a decent suit of clothes;
Then it’s time to practise daily with a hair-brush and a comb,
Till you drop in unexpected on the folks and friends at home.
When you’ve been at home for some time, and the novelty’s worn off,
And old chums no longer court you, and your friends begin to scoff;
When ‘the girls’ no longer kiss you, crying ‘Jack! how you have changed!’
When you’re stale to your relations, and their manner seems estranged ;
When the old domestic quarrels, round the table thrice a day,
Make it too much like the old times—make you wish you’d stayed away,
When, in short, you’ve spent your money in the fulness of your heart,
And your clothes are getting shabby . . . Then it’s high time to depart.

poem by Henry Lawson
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The Peace-Pipe

On the Mountains of the Prairie,
On the great Red Pipe-stone Quarry,
Gitche Manito, the mighty,
He the Master of Life, descending,
On the red crags of the quarry
Stood erect, and called the nations,
Called the tribes of men together.
From his footprints flowed a river,
Leaped into the light of morning,
O'er the precipice plunging downward
Gleamed like Ishkoodah, the comet.
And the Spirit, stooping earthward,
With his finger on the meadow
Traced a winding pathway for it,
Saying to it, "Run in this way!"
From the red stone of the quarry
With his hand he broke a fragment,
Moulded it into a pipe-head,
Shaped and fashioned it with figures;
From the margin of the river
Took a long reed for a pipe-stem,
With its dark green leaves upon it;
Filled the pipe with bark of willow,
With the bark of the red willow;
Breathed upon the neighboring forest,
Made its great boughs chafe together,
Till in flame they burst and kindled;
And erect upon the mountains,
Gitche Manito, the mighty,
Smoked the calumet, the Peace-Pipe,
As a signal to the nations.
And the smoke rose slowly, slowly,
Through the tranquil air of morning,
First a single line of darkness,
Then a denser, bluer vapor,
Then a snow-white cloud unfolding,
Like the tree-tops of the forest,
Ever rising, rising, rising,
Till it touched the top of heaven,
Till it broke against the heaven,
And rolled outward all around it.
From the Vale of Tawasentha,
From the Valley of Wyoming,
From the groves of Tuscaloosa,
From the far-off Rocky Mountains,
From the Northern lakes and rivers
All the tribes beheld the signal,
Saw the distant smoke ascending,
The Pukwana of the Peace-Pipe.
And the Prophets of the nations

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poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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