When I See My Red Flag
With a fine blue line all around
I see moon and sun sketched on with a reason
Red makes me hear the sound of bravery
and remember the courage that denied against slavery
My steps becomes even more concrete
When I see my red flag flap its wings
I dream of tying all in a single string
I will return,
for the sake of my soil
I will return,
for the sake of my RED FLAG!
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