Tibet
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All is calm from where I stand
Purple and pink flowers sway in the breeze.
What should be a good time is no longer.
Those flowers were destroyed by tanks,
as was my faith.
My land no longer exists.
(poems go here) All Hail! I, daughter of devoted Dolma,
Stand before you from the uppermost step of the world,
With a heart of fire, to share the many success of my venerable voice.
