gentle feather flown in the sky
with the clouds unwavering blue capture
the wind that brings rain for fertility,
waiting to be bless the blooming flowers
of varied color grow in harmony
pacific wave turn the tide to grow
and the golden Stella’s shining play in
the paddling pebbles of the current sea,
bless comes the rich schools of fish as the
watching eyes of the flocks of seagull
honestly desire to dive in the temple of the
breezing wind as it flee, the surfing fishes
wander as it goes for sweet home von,
and farewell again
pleasure have witness the golden horizon
glow of the morning sun, forwarding poise
of the land of the Orient sea, forevermore
Philippines will be Free ….
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