Sufferings, pains, wars, human errors, and A lot of ugly things led them Into ugly tents of shame, Into ugly boats of death, Into that ugly loss here and there, Into ugly separation, Into that ugly poverty and Into that horrible misery, They lost their original addresses, They lost their real names, They lost their loved ones, They lost their pretty houses, They lost their own ways, and finally They got tired.
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