O, ardent Nation you must know
Life shall die at blood spots flow
O, green Land, my heart is a flame of fire
Take my blood and live at clam merciful desire
My heart yearns to thee while you are its green letters
Forever and ever, you may not surrender
The lover of my ribs your assassination is about to be
Always you shall remain as blossom look pleasantly
Jasmine is the lover of my life entirely
Its scent will remain at my mouth permanently
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