If you know not
What is your language,
What shall I speak of now?
No other way but to speak
Always in your mother language
And use it everywhere
Starting from birth to
The place and moment of death.
Language is your identity,
Remember my dear.
See that you are there
Fullfledged in your language.
You are to live and you are to die
For the language of your mother.
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