Outcasts on your native soil, Doomed to poverty and toil, Strangers in your native land; Come, and join the social band.Leave, oh leave, your wretched state, Scene of discord, scene of hate, Take the brother's hand we give, Come and in communion live.Leave your selfish cares behind, Turn your loves from self to kind. Let the claims of mine and thine In all-blessing ours combine.On each other cast our cure, All each others' comforts share; Hand in hand and heart in heart, Bliss enjoy and bliss impart.
"You can close your eyes to reality but not to memories" -Stainslaw J. Lec- AIM-Skamiser
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