Syrian daughters,
Small-small,
Beautiful daughters,
I am pained,
Pained at to see,
See you
Lying under
Heat and dust,
Going half-fed
And unsheltered,
But what,
What can I do, my love,
My love, Syrian love
If the whole silent
And you suffering,
None but your own
Making you suffer,
None, none but they
For conflicts?
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