Dear dad
Do you feel winter summer and autumn
Do you listen sweet songs of
singing breeze
Inside your white grave.
Dear dad
Do you see wetland, guest birds
small hills and sea shore.
Dear dad
Do you chat with angels
of your God
Wait for few days
I shall meet you soon
We shall sing chorus
In praise of our motherland
A heaven on earth.
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