Come on, what’s up on earth
I can hardly recognize your breath
I wonder why pains linger in depth
I believed they’ve been fired at length
Pains have snatched all your strength
O, my homeland. Your cross’s real
Soon in despair you’ll heal
Natural disaters’ll break deal
Hope you. Joy’ll login a piecemeal
On your face, smiles’ll be the meal.
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