Today together we stand in grief and pain
tomorrow will come relief an abundance of grain
this land of our ancestors teardrops
stream into the soil
in return for us to reap the gifts of gas and oil
We will lift our heads high let our flag show unity in the air
to keep the peace and to enjoy the cultures we share
let this be our mantra of success
a new dawn with the rising sun
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