I Speak Here
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I speak here
I speak of motherland
Divine creation for us to end
Live with some mission
And apologize with confession
Such land is for us
To create trust
And faith
Till we perish with death
We find only kindness
For children of classless race
She holds them together
With bread and butter
She has no discrimination
You can have share of ration
With hard work and dedication
Here exists place for you as nation
What can you do for her?
Simply tore apart
Or be a part
With dedicational start
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