Not enough hours
I am afraid that passes,
To search all the beauty
I wish I could see.
Oh my motherland
your beauty will last forever
your green paddy field
That leads me to the dream,
your famous sunder ban
which shield us from the storm
here is the real secret
all you have
and this is the wonders that is true,
I swear on all of your darling flower
and the creepers covered hill
without you my dream is truly nil
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