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May this land live again in hopes that age not May the songs of flying birds return to the trees of this land May everything blurry for us to see become beautiful memories for us to hang on May the skies devoid of stars tap energy from generous rain May this land smile as every season visits with loads of promises May the roads be clear for the air of rebirth & the streets be free of draping agonies May the moon shine unhindered through the roofs of our dying crevices May this land find its way out of its tributary of blood unhurt May this land grow clever & stronger than the pestilence of time May the dead forgive this land & their du'ā be healing rain to our scars.
