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Freedom

Once stripped of my Kazakh identity, Mockery was all they gave my country. But we will still claim our liberty, And we will still achieve our sovereignty! We are a proud and gifted nation, Masters of seventy arts, with fiery oration. Others don’t see the depth of this land, Our piercing strength in our gaze so grand. Each pulls their cart, their own way leading, Yet truth I must speak, the moment pleading: Let us not become foes to one another, May the unity of people remain unbothered. I saw the youth ablaze with fiery might, Their will unyielding, hearts burning bright. Kazakh youth perished, their dreams undone, For no true leader rose to lead as one.

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