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new broadway class 6 chapter 3 the refugees and refugees blues question and answers​

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Refugee Blues by W H Auden

Say this city has ten million souls,

Some are living in mansions, some are living in holes:

Yet there's no place for us, my dear, yet there's no place for us.

Once we had a country and we thought it fair,

Look in the atlas and you'll find it there:

We cannot go there now, my dear, we cannot go there now.

In the village churchyard there grows an old yew,

Every spring it blossoms anew;

Old passports can't do that, my dear, old passports can't do that.

The consul banged the table and said:

'If you've got no passport, you're officially dead';

But we are still alive, my dear, but we are still alive.