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Fallen from empyreal grace,
Removed from the Earth's face,
Kings laid low and betrayed,
Armies crushed and dismayed.
But maybe you live!
You never die!
Persia, on ancient high,
Under the immortal skies.
Mazda has not left you yet!
None 'bout you may forget,
Who defeated the Romans.
Hope means naught,
For you eternal lie,
Great King's ghosts left for golden shores,
Truth defeated by Muslim fools.
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