In the heart of Myanmar, Amidst the scorching sun, The streets come alive, With the sound of joy and fun. It's Thingyan, the Burmese New Year, A time to let go of the past, A time to wash away our fears, And start anew at last. The water flows in abundance, From buckets, hoses, and guns, A symbol...

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