Veiled, my eyes see not
I have ears to hear the shots
And hands to hold the dying
A heart to grieve
A soul sick of lying
What I'd give to leave
This country, this life
Sever the bonds with the sharpest knife
Shed this covering, live again
Finding freedom, say, 'I can'
Restore the lives of fallen men
The Lament of the Taliban
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