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Afghanistan
I have clenched my fists on Afghan soil
Many days spent on it's hard labour toil
My eyes are blinded, by a sun so bright
Then I seeking refuge from a cold night
Afghanistan . . .
My thoughts are of this pleasant land
Where children run play hand in hand
Here peace prevails, and women sing
As to mothers skirts, the infants cling
Afghanistan . . .
Men as sit about, debating the day through
Putting wrongs to right as only men can do
This country, this watan, their place of birth
Such land of beauty and a thousand worth's
Afghanistan . . .
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