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Mason J.
In the cradle of burned groves,
Where ancient whispers softly roam,
Lies a land where tears flow deep,
Underneath skies, where hopes weep.
In the shadow of towering walls,
Where voices echo in silent halls,
Lives a people with resilient hearts,
Bound by histories, torn apart.
From Gaza's sands to Jerusalem's streets,
Where every stone a story meets,
Palestinian souls, steadfast and strong,
Sing songs of resistance, though their nights are long.
Dreams entwined with olive branches,
In the face of oppression's advances,
They stand unwavering, unbowed,
Defiant against injustice's shroud.
With every tear, a river of pain,
Yet from the ashes, they rise again,
For in their struggle, the world must see,
The fight for justice, for liberty.
So let us stand in solidarity,
With Palestine's call for humanity,
In the face of darkness, let us shine,
With love, with peace, may our hearts align.
For until every soul finds peace's embrace,
We'll lend our voices to their grace,
In solidarity, our strength is found,
With Palestine, forever bound.
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