Since we gained memory
This is the landscape we saw.
Looked upon these blue skies
With childhood wonder
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We Are The Dream That Grew Behind Your Eyelids, so you do fullill your dream reaching us in our right destination, ..................... excellent write
All are parts of a great nation, a beautiful poem.
Our loss would be your loss. Our empty seats would empty your heart. Loss of our dreams is loss of your dreams. Loss of our perished spirit would be The loss of great spirit of this nation.. . graeat theme. Beautifully crafted poem.