When I was young , I was told :
Your country is small , your country is weak
Your country is war , your country is bleak
Now I know :
My country is history , and maybe as old
My country is history , and maybe as old
My country is beauty , a pearl wrapped in gold
My country is love , where mysteries unfold
A shining diamond in history , when told
A poem , still untold
A mountain , head held high
An eagle soaring up in the sky
A smile on my mother ‘s face
A tear in my father’s eyes , without a trace
My country is my life a song and a verse
The shadow of a million gods , the center of the universe .
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