My land is a journey that knows how to
Chase the Dream.
My land is a sage who knows
What the Return is.
My land is land that knows
The color of the Dawn.
My land, our land.
My land is land that is
At the center of the border
Where the limit is in common
And Restlessness is queen.
My land is a land that knows how to
Complicity think.
My land is a land that is
Between land and sea.
My land has smiles of
Of sand and sun.
My land has tears of
Drops of salt.
My land has languages u200bu200bof
Maghrebians.
My land has stories of
Peasant kings.
My sea is night that knows
Joy and pain.
The my sea is a route that knows
Storm and love.
My sea is a sea that knows
Of angels and devils.
My sea, our sea.
/>My sea is an arm that
Clothes with a mother's love
It is a bridge between daughter shores
Of the same sea.
My sea is not a sea ¨
Ocean shipwreck.
My sea is a sea that is
Between land and sea.
My sea has smiles of
Of sand and sun.
/>My sea has tears of
Drops of salt.
My sea has tongues of
Maghrebians.
My sea has stories of
Peasant kings.< br/>

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