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Oh, my homeland, what has become
Impossible to happen
Fire is reaping you
And hardship is enveloping you
In exile, night and day
We are drawing pictures
And of your humiliated people
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Two eyes are weaving you
With the spindles of joy
Two hands are writing you
On the pages of hope
No matter how much
The raven of separation has flown
And grew rich
Your land will remain for two:
God and us.
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