To You Iraq
We chant and say how beauty you are
Despite the pain and the thorns
And what we suffer there
We are still with you
We look forward to met you
To lay ion your dust
We are rich of your richness
And our good is from yours
We always look forwards to see you
Confidently is your walking
You are high in your future
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