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We long for you, my country,
We long for the cool mornings
And the sun that awakens us
With its magical rays
For the birds that steal from us
And pluck its red figs
We long for our banners to flutter
Above the protected land
That we tilled and sweated for
That we guarded night and day
So that it may remain Lebanese
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Oh, my family... Oh expatriates
My poems, full of feeling
They heard them...
And hid them for years
In hearts where people dwell
For my country,
Where sensitive souls reside
They sang to us without measure
Return... Oh dearest lovers
In exile, we remain poor
No matter how much diamonds cover us!
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