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Oh Land of my birth that captured my heart,

It has come to pass that we now must part.

Looking back I see the wonders what they mean,

As well as people who over time I have seen.

What is thrown my way I swear I'll not fail,

To remember trees where leaves they did sail.

Also sandy beaches whose beauty make me look,

Sights and sounds of my youth not in any book.

Driven from your shores by many nations at war,

I consider myself robbed of home now nation poor.

As my comrades moves from camp to camp,

Your past loving embrace my only warm lamp.

Should I die fighting far way no obstacle must foil,

Attempts made by loved ones to bury me in your soil.