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If I must die,
You must live
to tell my story
to sell my things
to buy a piece of cloth
and some strings
(make it white with a long tail)
so that a child, somewhere in Gaza
whole looking haven in the eye
awaiting his dad who left in a blaze
and bid no one farewell
not even to his flesh
see the kite, my kite you made, flying up above
and thinks for a moment and angel is there
bringing back love
if I must die
Let it bring hope
Let it be a tale