Noon, we’re marching on our fields
Inwards, our river brings forth her blessings
Grin, while you’re mining off our seas
Explore, don’t wash the sediments off our shores
Reflect, while you smile to repay our deeds
Don’t dim the sunny side of our land
Endangered, but our sons strive with pains
Lost, but we found the light to illuminate our...
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