No land to shelter usNo nationality to protect usWe are outcasts in every placeIs it the curse of warOr the fatigue of diaspora?Our addiction to injusticeNot a glimmer of lightAppears on the horizonOur land is doomedAnd our place is desolateAnd no desert accepts usCan the years of wanderingDisappearAnd the lily blossoms appear again?We still carry some glimmerOur souls are brimming with hopesAnd the ropes of friendship are shining brightlyMay David's flute singAnd Mary's lyre playThe melody of lifeAfter the paths of diaspora have become too narrow for us

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Lily blossoms

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