Homeland, where my heart finds its tune,
Beneath the sun and beneath the moon.
A land of stories and history's grace,
Where roots run deep in a cherished place.
Mountains that kiss the endless sky,
Rivers that sing as they meander by.
In every corner, a memory resides,
In every step, the past abides.
Homeland, your beauty takes my breath,
From your plains to the hills, from life to death.
A tapestry woven in vibrant threads,
Where every moment a new story spreads.
Amidst your people, so diverse and grand,
I find my place, my heart's homeland.
No matter where I wander or roam,
You're the anchor of my spirit and my home.
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