Samoa, my little country, my beloved among the nations,
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When it’s all over
When this is all over I’ll make it up to you,
we’ll sit down and talk, as normal people do.
Evasiveness and half-truths will be a thing of the past,
This is a promise I’m making to you.
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Last night in my sleep I wrote a poem for you in my head.
Just a small poem. This morning it’s still there.
It refuses to go away.
I know why.
It wants you to see it on paper, so here it is.