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The sun beats down
On her thick black hair
Shines into her eyes
Blinding herShe could call for help
No-one can hear her

They built a well
She can get water

She can’t help being here
She was born this way
She can’t leave

Starving in Africa

The rain beats down
Through his long dry hair
Runs into his eyes
Blinding himHe’s begging for help
No-one listens to him

Another ten pence
He can get a bottle of water

He can’t help being here
After what Uncle Jack did
He can’t go back

Starving in Britain

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