Armenia

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Armenia,
my home!
How I long again
to pick purple flowers
from your roots,
see your familiar statues
and be stuck in your showers once again!
Armenia,
I long for your rich soil,
the distant view of Mount Ararat,
and the bright stars in the night sky...
Armenia,
I long to eat your fine tangerines and apricots,
for no fruit nearly tastes as good...
Armenia,
my homeland.
I call for my people,
I call for you.
my home.





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