My Cry
The land is here
But the harvest is not
The trees are big
The leaves are gone
The generation is born
That cares no more
About the land nor the Harvest
Mountains' beauty
Exist enternally
Truth be told feminine is our enemy
Our witness is Army
The green is gone
The brown is known
The land is here
But the harvest is not
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