A voice for freedom is within us
From centuries to centuries
Our great grandparents died for it
For freedom to find its perfect places.
When at war,
We always say we fight for freedom
Even though we invade other's kingdom
And freedom now becomes unclear.
A voice for freedom is like a flying dove
Free against any dangerous preys
Soaring high in the sky
Full of pride, hope and love.
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