Bring back
Bow never
To repression ever
Gold too turns pure
After given enough treatment of fire
Wind may blow
And not go
In your favor
But die for honor
Never give in
You may win
Freedom and liberty
That is call from an almighty
Repression may not last long
They shall be proved wrong
If they are not leaving the scene
Their existence might not be seen again
You are real race
There is no choice
You got to fulfill the promises
Bring back the country on map of Universe
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You are real race There is no choice You got to fulfill the promises Bring back the country on map of Universe