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The olive trees whisper in the wind,
Stories of a land where hearts have been pinned.
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Streets once filled with laughter and song,
Now echo cries of a pain too long.
Children dream beneath a sky so wide,
Yet fear shadows where they should run and hide.
Homes shattered, yet spirits remain,
Rooted like the trees through sorrow and pain.
Voices rise across the mountains and seas,
Calling for justice, for lives lived in peace.
The world watches, some speak, some stay blind,
But hope endures in every heart that’s kind.
Freedom is a song the people will sing,
A future of safety, where peace can spring.
Until that day, we remember, we stand,
Holding Palestine gently in our hands.
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