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Business, we don’t
Like meddlers.
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Ourselves out here,
Don’t need your help.
Self-reliance is
Our way of life,
We make our own fortunes.
The dust covers everything,
A gritty blanket of
Dream-erasing misery.
Fervent independence
Falls by the wayside
As fields wither, lives unravel.
Urgent calls
For government help
Arise in chorus.
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