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In dawn’s embrace, where shadows shift and play,
A leader rose to guide a nation’s way.
His name, Atatürk, in hearts engraved so deep,
Awake the dreams for which the people weep.

From Anatolia’s rugged, ancient lands,
He sculpted hope with tireless, steady hands.
The scepter of reform in his grasp, so bold,
He cast a vision, bright and manifold.

Through strife and storm, his clarity did shine,
A compass true, a heart both fierce and kind.
He carved the path where freedom’s light could beam,
And shaped a modern world from ancient dreams.

In schools and fields where once the past did sleep,
He sowed the seeds for futures wide and deep.
A republic born, from ashes, firm and grand,
With unity, he forged the promised land.

So let his name in reverence be sung,
A beacon bright for every soul among.
For in his story, hope and courage blend,
A legacy on which the ages depend.