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few in my country, O remnant enslaved!

Artists broken against her, A-stray, lost in the villages, Mistrusted, spoken-against,

Lovers of beauty, starved, Thwarted with systems, Helpless against the control;

You who can not wear yourselves out By persisting to successes, You who can only speak, Who can not steel yourselves into reiteration;

You of the finer sense, Broken against false knowledge, You who can know at first hand, Hated, shut in, mistrusted:

Take thought: I have weathered the storm, I have beaten out my exile.