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    This poem expresses nostalgia for one's native country where the sun shines warmly. It describes waking up as a child to one's mother's loving face and embrace, with eyes smiling as they gaze at each other. It suggests that dying for one's native country is sweet, as without a country, mother, or love, death is like a cold breeze.

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    Poem written by Dr. Jose Rizal Philippines national hero

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    This poem expresses nostalgia for one's native country where the sun shines warmly. It describes waking up as a child to one's mother's loving face and embrace, with eyes smiling as they gaze at each other. It suggests that dying for one's native country is sweet, as without a country, mother, or love, death is like a cold breeze.

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    The Song of Maria Clara

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    This poem expresses nostalgia for one's native country where the sun shines warmly. It describes waking up as a child to one's mother's loving face and embrace, with eyes smiling as they gaze at each other. It suggests that dying for one's native country is sweet, as without a country, mother, or love, death is like a cold breeze.

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    The Song of Maria Clara

    Sweet the hours in the native country, where friendly shines the sun above! Life is the breeze that sweeps the meadows; tranquil is death; most tender, love. Warm kisses on the lips are playing as we awake to mother's face: the arms are seeking to embrace her, the eyes are smiling as they gaze. How sweet to die for the native country, where friendly shines the sun above! Death is the breeze for him who has no country, no mother, and no love!

    Jose Rizal

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