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welcome to this site.

Cold, hard, empty.
Light that has left me,
How could I know that you would die?
Farewell again, our dear land.
So hard for us to imagine that it's real, and not a dream.
Motherland, native home,
Farewell, our Motherland.
Let's go; the sea is waiting for us.
The vastness of the sea is calling to us, and the tides!