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Ingrid Oliphant

New Nations

When hands of the past

reach the face of the future

and the half-morning

moon lights the way

Harrier wings beat

the heart

And wind & earth

become one

with the drum

We are the drum

We are the heart

                                                                                                   We are now.

The drumming heart & hope of new Nations.

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