The wind tossing its flag
Drums roll
They pledge
They parade
They sing.
Give me the old country
Where we were truly independent,
And proud of our brand and identity,
Give me that country,
Where the roots, the stem and the fruits were cajoled to grow
Flirting with the land to produce fresh
Give me that country,
Where today was the end of tomorrow
Give me that country.
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