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My heart aches for Your hearts that break. I shed tears mingling with Yours for the forgotten years; The tortured monks and nuns… For your people who suffer still With no voice to teach Your hopeless, hungry, young. Only your elder's tears Know of the deep sorrow Of your lost lives, lost culture, Your sacred Buddhist beliefs, Your divine history that Continues to be destroyed. Even as your dead fall You do not hate… You only wish to liberate Those loving souls who Remain as strangers in their Own beloved land. Let me be your voice To join with other voices that Will help you attain freedom.
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