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And I face again the tepid
message in looks and frowns.
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And our hidden chagrins
burning through our cheeks.
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And the acid anguish
of a stingy scold.
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And discipline oftentimes rude...
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there was also the
children's crafts school...
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forbidding us to buy elsewhere...
1:12:30
what could be made
with our own hands.
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And the toughest law said
that it had to be right there...
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at the farm, that all of our bread
had to be kneaded.
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We never had on our table a
bread that was not homemade.
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And by the time
we would share it...
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which happened
three times a day...
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we had of our
ritual of austerity.
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And it was also at the table,
more than anywhere else.
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Where with our heads bowed,
we learned about justice.
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Move, brother.
1:13:29
Open your eyes!
Set them agog!
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Take my hands in yours.
1:13:43
Let's go.
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Once upon a time,
there was a starving man.