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Traduction - Maram al-Masri
She goes naked, the freedom,through the mountains of Syriain the refugee camps.Her feet sinking into the mud and her hands chapped from cold and suffering.But she moves ahead. She's passing withher children clinging to her arms.They fall on the way.She criesbut she moves ahead. They break her feetbut she moves ahead.They cut her throatbut she keeps on singing.
