Brush up your own
Language to win
The hearts of your men.
Let your language of love
Be flourished everywhere
With your life of truth.
Take pride in your language,
O my dear men, here
On your own land
Where you can discover
Your own brothers and
Sisters and you can tell them
You are for them and
They are for you.
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