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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