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If home is where the heart is, my heart is forever moving, a gypsy
If a piece of cloth and a stadium slogan is the basis of nationalism, I have no nation
If piety is measured in prayers, in a ledger in a language I don’t understand, I am a heathen
If speech is an adequate expression of sentiment, I have no words
If living by somebody else’s rules is sociability, I am a misanthrope
If white is black and black is white, then I don’t exist.
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