Each one’s a giant, a tale to unfold,
A living treasure, richer than gold.
With hearts so vast, like the steppe they roam,
The boys of our village, as strong as stone.
Their eyes ablaze like springtime skies,
Pride unyielding, they’ll brook no lies.
Though fiery at times, they heed what’s right,
The boys of our village, steadfast in might.
They walk upright,...
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