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As I stand in the flashing city lights, I feel the earth move under my feet. This is my home, My beautiful home. As the world stumbles upon the horrors they see on TV, I stand still, My home, My beautiful home. I whisper to myself, Everything will be alright, I whisper to you, Like a mother singing a lullaby; Beyrouth, My dearest Beyrouth, One day. One day, you'll see your wonders, One day, your children will be here One Day, they'll come back, For you. Beyrouth, Beyrouth, You old soul, You beautiful mind, Stand still. We are here.
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Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 5:39 PM UTC
Beyrouth, Beyrouth
As I stand in the flashing city lights, I feel the earth move under my feet. This is my home, My beautiful home. As the world stumbles upon the horrors they see on TV, I stand still, My home, My beautiful home. I whisper to myself, Everything will be alright, I whisper to you, Like a mother singing a lullaby; Beyrouth, My dearest Beyrouth, One day. One day, you'll see your wonders, One day, your children will be here One Day, they'll come back, For you. Beyrouth, Beyrouth, You old soul, You beautiful mind, Stand still. We are here.
as i see the horrors on TV, i have realised that we never show Beyrouth as the beautiful town it is but as the horrible things that have been done there. I wander endlessly in this city and could spend every second of my life there.
ghenwa
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25/F/Lebanese
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 5:39 PM UTC
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