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What will become of us when sons inherit hate? Will we be proud? Will we offer spirits, weighted with every detail and derision? Yes, there is blood and grief, there are tears enough to salt these hills and fill our wadis; Yet wadis squander all we spill out.                                             mzf
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Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 5:01 PM UTC
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What will become of us when sons inherit hate? Will we be proud? Will we offer spirits, weighted with every detail and derision? Yes, there is blood and grief, there are tears enough to salt these hills and fill our wadis; Yet wadis squander all we spill out.                                             mzf
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