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I never knew how similar we were, Nations and I.

Divided along lines of blood that are less lines and more shading.

Nation tears itself asunder as it tries
to self-define.

Linguistics play a vital role but also mean nothing at all.

And whether nation can rise as one,
time will only tell.

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