I'll go through the pain given to me,
And once given this salt, I will swallow,
And the hand beating me - will not hit,
Under this beating hand I'll be low,
Let my river flow free as it flows,
The expanses of my own fate
will be joyful or I will be hurt,
From my childhood can't go away...
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