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Vietnam (Free verse) by the_poetess What good are the no-nothing rainbows
What good is the sun, what good is the moon,
What good are the stars?
When all the gold rusts,
when all the star dust no longer floats from the sky
where will the fairies and dragons go,
where will we send the magical children,
made from this fairy and dragon love.
When misty clouds no longer appear,
and good luck rain no longer falls,
when the re-education camps go on forever
and the future no longer remember the past,
where will the fairies and dragons go,
where will we send the magical children,
made from this fairy and dragon love.
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