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four oceans, the airs
of four skies!
Return hollow-bellied,
keen-eyed, hard!
A simple scar or two.
Little girls will come
bringing you
roses for your button-hole.
LIBERTAD! IGUALDAD!
FRATERNIDAD!
You sullen pig of a man
you force me into the mud
with your stinking ash-cart!
Brother!
—if we were rich
we'd stick our chests out
and hold our heads high!
It is dreams that have destroyed us.
There is no more pride
in horses or in rein holding.
We sit hunched together brooding
our fate.
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