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I dream the
way my
people do always
my right hand
fighting against the unfair
so dictator divorces me
from my beloved
and my ring finger
bleeding to hell
and my body
becomes a gun`s prey
how shall I prepare my last sky burial ?

In the last gesture of heart
I can do what all I want to do
a compassionated fire,
blissful, burn
on the chest of my corpse
and cover my face
with a lotus hand
in my country
There I died once
then reborn

For a freedom has human spirit
and justify a human heart
even if they take away my body from me
and my spirit always glows in me

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