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In Baghdad, my memories were sketched in a shadow of pain. Who is going to play the guitar? Who is going to sing? Where am I? Like a migrating bird, will return home. My voice is worn out from calling out for Iraq. Oh, Iraq! Once, you were Sumerian or from Uruk, in an era that knew no... read more
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