Love Poem
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Beloved of the love of the homeland
I am sorry for my head, sorrow for my soil, if I am sorry for my homeland that is gone, what kind of soil should I be sorry for? Alas, the country is not a hat, even though they took it from my head, I thought it was a different hat, it was a man, and this is his head, and I did not die.…
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