The smell of orange blossom
And the salt of the sea
We left it all behind
Like the golden glow of the sun
On the copper pots
We left it all behind
Like saffron and cardamom
And hyacinths in the spring
We left it all behind
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My life begins when I become eighteen.
Inside the university so grand
Besides big kids so smart, the fields so green.
Countless new things to learn and understand.
I know I will be living large one day.
This parking lot is packed with fancy cars.
Study the textbook ‘til my hair turns gray.
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Winners wear medals on top of pyramids
and look down at the losers,
though some say winners only look ahead of themselves,
always trying to find a way to achieve more,
never content to win once, starving to find crumbs of
the essence of success only to consume it whole and move
on. I escaped from citizenship in order
to speak out, grappling at the hope for freedom and free will.
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