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What's the winter's cold negative press |
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What's the spring with its air of rebirth |
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To those felled under wildest duress |
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Trading freedom for a false sense of worth |
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Let the love of our own sacred rites |
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To the love of our people succeed |
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Let friendship and future unite |
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And flourish in idea and deed |
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Let the costume distinguish the strong |
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Place riches in lowest esteem |
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It's for excess that people do wrong |
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And to liberty honesties lean |
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Letting one minute go on |
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Without seeing yourself with an eye |
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That is watchful and kindly and strong |
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Is as letting the soul drop and die |