And the morning will come
With a new light and color
The birds will dance on grasses
And flowers will talk in whisper
With hearts overflowing with love
Freedom will flourish all around
Trees will swoon in the wind
Streams will give a soothing sound
And the morning will come
Peace will sing its sweet song
There will be no war and enmity
To a single country we would belong
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