Shot down, on their spotlessly clean foreheads they lie, For the sake of Cresent what suns are setting, O God! Hey Soldier! Who has fallen on the ground for this land! It would be worth their while For our ancestors to descend from heaven
Basım Yılı | 2014 |
Baskı Sayısı | 3 |
Cilt Tipi | Ciltsiz |
Kağıt Tipi | 2. Hamur |
Sayfa Sayısı | 48 |
Yazar | Kolektif |