Lamentations of EricDyce

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When the fire complains of the heat; the oceans, of the cold.
When the dancer refuses the beat; the singer, the notes.
When the metal complains of being a mere tin;
The same metal bewails being covered in gold.
When the farm wants independence, away from the seeds.
When the potter becomes too advanced for the clay
When NIGERIA wants each tribe on its own

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