Modern Girl [It's time to go...]

Let me tell you who are the children of my Lebanon:They are the vine-pressers who press the grape to wine and boil it to syrup.They are the parents who tend the nurseries, the mothers who spin the silken yarn.They are the husbands who harvest the wheat and the wives who gather the sheaves.They are the builders, the potters, the weavers and the bell-casters.They are the poets who pour their souls in new cups.They are those who migrate with nothing but courage in their hearts and strength in their arms but who return with wealth in their hands and a wreath of glory upon their heads.They are the victorious wherever they go and loved and respected wherever they settle.They are the ones born in huts but who died in palaces of learning.These are the children of Lebanon; they are the lamps that cannot be snuffed by the wind and the salt which remains unspoiled through the ages.They are the ones who are steadily moving toward perfection, beauty, and truth.
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