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Kuper Island Blues by © vatooz Come gather around friends and I will tell you a tale about an island up north they call Kuper and how some children once free meet christanity and how it put their lives in a stupor It was on this island that my mother was born so its here that she first met Jesus a nun told her no you cannot speak your tounge or do anything else to displease us The culture was strong and it still carried on my grandmother would tell of its glories but at school someone said that this island was dead and all that remained were the stories The island was good and it gave what it could fresh plant live there was plenty of seafood but a childs eye hungers hard for the sky tell me what can an island feed that mood My grandma now sleeps in a hotel thats cheap one room with a hot plate for frying since she once tasted life she laughs at its knifes hey its gonna be a mighty slow dying.