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T’wards the middle of beginning

Since we’d swarmed  out of Africa

When we met again each -- in America

We had walked so far singing

& no idea what we were bringing

Forgotten promises had died

An old kinship  was denied

The long rope broke-- even in song

2 much, 2 many, and all gone

Our white son raped his ancient bride