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24 Don Mattera Departure I grow tired and want to leave this city seething in unrest and injustice I am leaving No, I have already left Look for me on the banks of the Nile or under some spreading tree I shall be sleeping the sleep of freedom don’t wake me leave me to dream my dream of departure from a city seething in unrest, void of pity I grow weary of eating brine and I hunger for desert fruit ...

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