Korayem!

Korayem dear Korayem,

How much I mourn you.

I celabrate your bravery, your loyalty, your strength.

But my dear hero, in front of all your people, your family, your friends

Your blood was shed on my soil.

On my Soil, your soul was given freedom.

But even in the face of Death, in the eyes on Napoleon Bonaparte,

You still stood tall and proud.

And even though your ashes lie beneath my soil,

I am proud to call you one of my children.

Korayem!Korayem!Korayem!Korayem!Korayem!Korayem!Korayem!Korayem!Korayem!Korayem!Korayem!Korayem!Korayem!Korayem!Korayem!Korayem!

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Misplaced Angel.