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"You, sorrowing mother, you, widowed wife, you, the son who lost a father or a brother, all the victims of wars, fill the air and space with recitals of peace. Fill bosoms and hearts with the aspirations of peace. Make a reality that blossoms and lives. Make hope a code of conduct and endeavor. "
~ Anwar El-Sadat
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