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We cry in the middle of the night for no reason
Our sorrows last longer than summer season
We worry though we have no reason
We jump at loud noises at the slightest provocation
Our joy is a whisper and sorrow a loud percussion
We were issued orders without any discussion
We never thought that the world may be calm and comfortable
Other things we thought expensive were just affordable
We later realized that we too can be successful and dependable.
by fmadzikatire
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