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THE LINE OF OUR CONTROL Returning refreshed by their native air They burst into flames of martyrdom Ambushed by minds darkened by hate In a land where the sky embraces every grief And mothers die many times in one lifetime-- Our arguments shall follow us To our well-maintained graves Along with the stilled laughter in their young eyes-- Eavesdropping on history, old and new, 371