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Why am I sad ! Why am I sad ! on such a beautiful morning in Spring, how could I not gazing at the pale of that image of you a friend of a lifetime through the night of despair beyond that veil hidding the beauty of an Assyrian daffodil ashamed ! why should you I have painted my soul with the halo of Ashur and the aura of glory Why am I sad ! on such a beautiful day in Autumn where the leaves have come out on a festive parade bearing the colors of life in their vains look around you, I am still here hold my hand and learn with me how to believe, yet again or have you forgotton let's be the candle beyond the wall of silence let's be the parents of that orphan called Assyria...
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