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The light echoes inside the beam of the territory ,
Deep down the river, the soil is collected by the soldier,
The mermaid weeps , the child cries in the womb of the shadow...
Motherland ? Or it's the picture of poetry.....
The smell of the death drenches the field ,
Green on the other side,
Red is the colour of my song.
Oh! It's is you, who knows the freedom is the slogan of the feast,
We look for shelter,
But covered with darkness.
Our height touching the ceiling structure ,
The city listens to the footsteps of the battallions ,
The dogs mourns but,
enlightenment is enchanted by the preists...
The winter sheds it's leaves,
Gardener sleeps under the white bed,
The array of silence whispers in the ear of the baby....
For peace ,
For beauty of heaven......
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