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From River to the Sea, Part Three

Palestinians. The river that you have under your tongue, will never dry up, no amount of white phosphorus and mega bombs will do the job. They keep hurting you, don't seek revenge, just sit by the river and soon you'll see the corpses of their extermination dreams float by.

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