second generation immigrant

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How the world has changed From the land, my family came to. My great grandparents came here from Europe To Ellis Island, they came.  It didn't matter if they were Irish or Italian.
I writhed across the stars, one night, dreaming of the fars Where in tropical nations, conceivably, the sky turned gradations Of warm colors for the same sunrise, I see, but different bird cries probably
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