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HOLY COUNTRY

Darling

Fettered no more by the differences

Spirit bird

Hums hymns of your true essence

Gathering the nations

Praising your freedom

Wild fire bears witness to your tears

which give life to a thousand prayers

The restless wind may strike at the root of an arid heart

But the echo of my love

Listen

Resounds from star to star

Among bodies of water you are the Ocean

Surpassing even the universal law of motion

The stirring storm is but a spell of the night

You are holy country that radiate countless hearts in delight SitaraAlaknandaShakti (c)

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