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Beyond the horizon
Beyond the horizon There are suffered people There are many groaning, There are exploding wars. Beyond the horizon There is hunger and machines Doing men’s job.
Beyond the horizon There are illness and destitute people There is lack of bread And bombs to destroy a brother Beyond the horizon There are large cities And lots of unhappiness Beyond the horizon There are people, like most That yet can dream about How it could be Beyond the horizon.
Letícia Thompson Translated by: Nicodemos Lopes Miguel
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