Baby, please don't cry and shout,
as your brothers chased you out,
Baby, Please don't shed the tears,
when your motherland is in fear,
Baby, You are safe and sound,
now growing up on the peaceful ground,
Baby, Please don't take the war ridden book,
to the noisy speaker's corner to spread..
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