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I come from a musical placeWhere they shoot me for my songAnd my brother has been torturedBy my brother in my land.I come from a beautiful placeWhere they hate my shade of skinThey don't like the way I prayAnd they ban free poetry.I come from a beautiful placeWhere girls cannot go to school