We kindle the fires of our passion,
our image and the uniqueness of vision,
we are born to reach for the heights,
to share the freedom of flags and kites.
We are enraptured by the likeness of our dream,
like the blooming of a plant by the stream,
we are ruled by the power of love,
our shared desire for the contents of a cup.
We raise the cup to the heights,
A common sight for all eyes,
We long for the cup and its glories,
to write our names on the scripts of history.
We are golden, in the likeness of our dream,
our eyes on the cup and its drink,
we hope for the strength worthy of its reward,
to taste and touch and feel our beloved.
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