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When the sunrises, the wind blows from the southern suburbs of Beirut.
Passing through Qana, Marjayoun and all the house estates.
Dressed in white and decorated with agate, the rubies glitter with many colours.
There is no sound louder than the sound of cannons and planes.
This is where the martyrs return after the journey of life and death.
It is a new breach of the wall of tranquility and sound.
She is the lady of the world and the cedar of Beirut.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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