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‘My head should be like a pool of water.
    My eyes should be like a river of tears.
Then I would never stop crying
    for my dear people who have died in war.
I would like to live in a hut in the desert.
    Then I could leave my people.
    I could forget about them.
They have all turned away from God.
    They have not been faithful to him.
They are a crowd of people that nobody can trust.’

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