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'I cannot know what this land means to other people. / For me, it is my birthplace, this little nation embraced / by flames, the world of my childhood rocking in the distance. / I grew out of her like a tender branch from a tree / and I hope one day my body will sink into her. / I am at home'. wrote Miklós Radnóti.
'I know what this land means to / For me, it my birthplace, this little nation embraced / by the world of my childhood rocking in distance. / I out her like a tender branch from a tree / and I one day my body will into her. / I am at home'. wrote Miklós Radnóti.