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who were under the Ottoman,
had put on their weapons
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to conquer back their freedom.
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Then inside he felt
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his lost country, the years
of his childhood on the island,
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his mother's face
who still lived there, wake up inside.
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He had no peace anymore.
He walked and was delirious.
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Every night, he dreamt of his mother
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in her bridal white dress,
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who called him.
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I made up my mind!
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I'm leaving for Greece.
I cannot stay here.
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After so many centuries,
the Greek put on their weapons.
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What can a poet do?
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Sing the revolution,
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cry over the dead
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invoke the lost face of freedom.