I struggle with my longing and withdraw in pain...
A sudden transformation nails me to my estrangement,
pulling me towards it...
Perhaps I can heal, with drops of its freedom,
The onslaught of evil,
And the swaying of passions in my homeland.
Step, my pen, onto the page of my life.
It is your duty to me,
to depict my return as a revolution that builds.
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