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New broadway class 6 chapter 3 the refugees and refugees blues question and answers |
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Answer» Answer: Refugee Blues by W H Auden Say this CITY has ten million souls, Some are living in mansions, some are living in holes: YET there's no place for us, my dear, yet there's no place for us. Once we had a country and we thought it fair, Look in the atlas and you'll find it there: We cannot go there now, my dear, we cannot go there now. In the village churchyard there grows an OLD yew, Every spring it blossoms anew; Old passports can't do that, my dear, old passports can't do that. The consul banged the table and said: 'If you've got no passport, you're officially dead'; But we are still alive, my dear, but we are still alive. |
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