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Melt

Not English, not Welsh, Irish, Scottish or Celt
Or an alien being from Orion's belt
The way I am treated as though I smelt
The skin on my face brown and soft like felt
Before the almighty, it was I that knelt
Old pirates they came and my people they selt
My back and my body they whipped to a welt
Just try to imagine just how we felt
Reminding us of the hand we were dealt
Putting butter in my mouth, you know it won't melt.

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