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I am from the place where the mountains are tall, The oceans are green, And the rivers turn scarlet many times in a year. The place where beauty is submerged in an ocean of tears and wails. And progress has cried for another soul to burn in her place.
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Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 11:41 PM UTC
My land
I am from the place where the mountains are tall, The oceans are green, And the rivers turn scarlet many times in a year. The place where beauty is submerged in an ocean of tears and wails. And progress has cried for another soul to burn in her place.
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Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 11:41 PM UTC
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