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That river of my birth was golden because of the woolen and paper waste that soiled it.
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W.E.B. Du Bois
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gutenberg.orgThat river of my birth was golden because of the woolen and paper waste that soiled it.
Du Bois uses a metaphor to describe the polluted river of his birthplace, highlighting environmental degradation.
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